"Me falta una amiga" - "I need a friend," he sighs, his hand a poor substitute for the warmth of another body. He's a solo boy, a creature of his own making, yet he craves connection. His strokes are feverish, his breath ragged, as he imagines the softness of a woman's touch. But it's just him, his hand, and his imagination. He comes, but the release is bittersweet, leaving him longing for the day he'll find his missing friend.