Lora is standing over the baby bed, with the baby boy in her

hands.

She HUMS to it softly while swinging it gently for a nap.

The baby is already asleep.

Lora glows over it with the mother-care.

She is dressed clean, and her face is moisturized and cared

of, she looks like a long-term resident of the home.

She lowers the baby in bed, and tucks it neatly.

Carefully, she exits the tidy room and closes the door.

Lora walks in the hallway of the same house she ended up in.

She is all alone. She glances the kitchen - the pot is

steaming low.

Lora ends her walk in the room in which she and the man had

fought in. The room is still pretty messy; however, the

man's body is not there anymore.

She takes a peek through the opened large - customised

window to check the weather outside.

She takes a seat next to the large sniper rifle mounted on

the the window. Exhales in relief.

Takes out a tiny tape recorder with a pair of ear pods. Puts

them on.

Laki's eyes open wide. His face is crushed, full of drained

blood and bruises.

He takes a moment to come to himself. He is a gimmick's in

pain as his head still hurts.

He slowly levels up his torso, still not quite sure where he

is.

He looks at the bright sky above him. He's outside.

He slowly stands up, but almost instantly manages to stumble

and fall.

All solid rock beneath him. He focuses. He realizes - he's

on the same VERTICAL STRIP on which he guided his victims.

His realization slowly turns into horror.

Lora listens to the tape. She already has the sniper rifle

in her hands.

A familiar voice comes through.

Lora fills in the magazine clip with a large 7.9 bullets.

Size of mini-missiles.

She puts the magazine into the rifle, and then cocks it.

Lora adjusts the scope. She slowly places her eye within.

Lora spaces up to obtain a fixed angle.

Laki is on her clear view pinned through the CROSS-HAIRS.

Trying to run aimlessly down. He feels as close as within a

hand-reach.

Lora is motionless. Focused. Determined.