It is in the French capital that we walk in the footsteps of Nike. A transformed Nike, under influence; despite an appearance of freedom, it is the Warholian grip that still exercises itself on the least of his actions. He is there, just under his skin, keeping the events under control. Meanwhile, up there, far away from weightlessness, Leyla, now astronaut, takes subreptitiously the direction of the ship that is heading towards Mars.