She wanders through the urban park.
Determined. Mechanically. Without control.
The hotel is already in sight.
Don't go there.
But she has to.
You don't want to be there.
But she can't fight back.
Danger lurks there.
Misfortune.
Pain.
The sky is clouding up.
The hotel is close.
Get away from there.
Forwards.
No, please.
No objection
The reception is occupied, the room booked.
Determined, onto the elevator.
Second floor.
Why? Room in the fourth.
Obey! Up to the second floor with you!
She knocks at the door.
No answer.
It opens.
No.
I can't do that.
You will!
Storm clouds are gathering.
She is just standing there.
Motionless.
Move!
No!
You have no choice!
Go!
I don't want to!
She takes a step forward.
Then another.
And another.
No!
She reaches for three syringes.
Air in the brachial vein of her grandfather.
The sky clears.
Pain.
Mourning.
Disgust.
Apathy.
Why?
Proceed!
She goes up to her room.
Fourth floor.
After five hours, she hits the sidewalk.












