She wore an iridescent gown that shimmered like the plumage of a Bird of Paradise.

He held her close -- as a shield while he backed away from the bodies of the men he had killed at the state dinner in Vera Cruz.

Now, she is his prisoner as he flees into the Sierra Madres mountains. There in a cabin far from the rest of the world they became lovers.

It is a interlude in Paradise. When each returns to the real world, will it be goodbye forever?