Lopera picks up her gun and loads the bullets one by one.
Lopera: One, two, three.
There are no enemies, no targets, no opponents.
She has never raised her gun so aimlessly before.
She's lost. Like a hunter in the wilderness with no place to go and no home to return to.
Lopera: Shots on target.
Three bullets are shot, but they leave only one hole.
Lopera: One, two, three.
Empty shells fall. Bullets are reloaded.
Lopera: One, two, three.
Lopera: ...
The room is riddled with bullet holes.
Lopera is numb. She mechanically pulls the trigger.
The gun doesn't respond.
Lopera: Lies.
Lopera: Deception.
Lopera: Betrayal.
Lopera: She loosens her grip, and the revolver falls to the floor.
Lopera: You planned to kick me out right from the very beginning, didn't you?
Lopera: A plan that never included her.
Lopera: Or did you never even trust me in the first place?
Lopera: Was this all some kind of game to you, Molly?
She's lost, lost and alone. Nothing but herself and the hollow sound of the wind blowing through the window.
She drops to the floor and curls up against the wall.
Lopera: Why?!
Anjo Nala: At the same crossroad
Anjo Nala: When the warm days grow cold
Anjo Nala: Leaves are falling down to the ground
Anjo Nala: Fire can't burn down
Anjo Nala: My past into ashes
Anjo Nala: By now
Anjo Nala: In the melancholy tropic we say goodbye
Anjo Nala: I see whispers in your eyes
Anjo Nala: In the melancholy tropic we kiss goodbye
Anjo Nala: You will find someone in your life
Anjo Nala: You will find the love of your life
