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.
We have nowhere else to go! Please!
Wir können nirgendwo mehr hin! Bitte!
¡No tenemos adónde ir! ¡Por favor!
¡No tenemos adónde ir! ¡Por favor!
On n’a nulle part où aller.
Nós não temos para onde ir! Por favor!