"I long to be there with you as well. I shall speak with my father the next time he has a moment to spare from his work commitments, and perhaps we can embark on a delightful journey to San Francisco, where you would be most welcome to join us, Camille expresses.

"Thank you, Cami. That's a truly wonderful idea. I'll catch up with you later," Logan replies, preparing to sign off.

After nearly three hours of anticipation, it is finally Carlos' moment. He approaches the service counter, gingerly placing his battered camera before the attendant.

"Goodness, what happened to this camera?" the attendant inquires.

"Nothing at all. It's not my fault it ended up like this; it's his doing," Carlos retorts, gesturing towards Lucas. "He tackled me for it, much like Tom would catch Jerry with a snack."

"Excuse me?" the attendant responds, perplexed.

"He's a fan of cartoons. It's a reference to Tom and Jerry," Logan clarifies.

"I'm familiar with that show; I just didn't quite grasp how he described the incident with his camera," the attendant admits.

"My apologies. I'm a bit frazzled because I'm really upset about my camera being damaged. That boy over there is Lucas. Earlier at the park, he asked to hold my camera, and when I declined, he became quite upset. As I turned to leave, he summoned the strength of Chewbacca to bring me down. He managed to grab it, but the camera slipped from his grasp and fell onto the unforgiving pavement. I truly hope it can be repaired, as it holds great sentimental value to me. Do you believe it can be salvaged?" Carlos asks, his eyes reflecting a blend of hope and sorrow.

"Hmm… I can't say for certain. It's quite damaged, but the screen remains intact, which is a positive sign. My colleague David is exceptionally skilled with repairs. I'll take it to the back for him to assess," the attendant responds.

"Thank you…" Carlos says, glancing at the name tag. "Walter."

"Anytime," Walter replies, before retreating to a back room.

A wave of panic washes over Carlos as he begins to hyperventilate. "What if my camera is beyond repair?! What if it's irreparably damaged?! My Papi will be furious with me!" he exclaims, his anxiety escalating with each frantic breath.

"Carlos, please, take a moment to breathe. You're hyperventilating," Logan urges softly, but his soothing words seem to drift away, as his young Latino friend struggles to regain his composure.

In a moment of despair, Carlos sinks to the floor, curling up against the wall with his knees drawn to his chest. He clutches at his hair, tugging at it in a frenzy of panic.

"Everyone, step back. Steven knows how to handle this," Andy instructs. "Carlos is experiencing a stress-induced panic attack due to the fear of his camera being irreparable. What he truly needs is some therapeutic support."

Steven approaches with Tyson, the young German Shepherd, who instinctively senses Carlos' distress. He gently rests his head on Carlos' shoulder, patiently waiting for the boy to steady his breath and find tranquility.

"Thank you, Tyson. You're the most incredible dog in the universe," Carlos murmurs, embracing him tightly.

"Andy, that was impressive how you recognized what Carlos needed," Hannah remarks, her admiration evident.

"I don't require your insincere compliments. I know you're only saying that because Dad is here," Andy retorts dismissively.

"It's not just because he's present. I genuinely mean it," Hannah insists.

"Let's put an end to the pretense," Andy replies, losing interest in the conversation.