If we were going to get back to Tenochtitlán in time for the fifth game of the finals, Rafael and I had to move quickly. I ducked back into the bus terminal and purchased two tickets for a bus that left for Mérida later than evening. Fortunately, the capital city of the state of Yucatán wasn’t under curfew—Air Montezuma flights still operated regularly between Mérida and Tenochtitlán. And so I was able to telecom a travel agent in the city and get the last two seats on the "red eye"—the midnight flight to Tenochtitlán.