Marcos remembers his childhood in Gran Mexico. Sheila, who always smiled like the sun, is now gone. Marcos lets all of his rage explode against the terraformars, his eyes filled with tears of sorrow for his fallen friend.
Isn't there some place that
Gibt es denn echt keinen Ort,
¿Es que no habrá un lugar que no tenga
¿Es que no habrá lugar en el que no haya
Será que não tem nenhum lugar