Guelio was again, staring at a paper blankly, lying on his back, with an emotionless expression. He was on the mattress, near the window, facing the street. Adrienne was watching Guelio for a while, waiting until he would move, or change his position. For a solid ten minutes, he didn't. Though Guelio, for his part, could sense her in the periphery, he just didn't seem to mind.

Eventually, he did stand up, leaving the photo on the windowsill. Adrienne debated whether or not to see it for herself, though her occupation was to sneak on people and do things behind their backs, so it became a no-brainer. She picked up the piece of paper and looked.

The paper was the special type of paper made in the Philippines called papel de Manila. It was made of abaka, the fibers from a type of banana plant. Drawn on it was, indeed, a girl. With a pencil, it wasn't the fine work of Da Vinci or van Gogh, but it had an innate beauty in it. It was a sketch of her face, from her hair to her collarbones. She had small eyes, a sharp nose and thin mouth. Her hair was parting to the side. Her cheekbones were pronounced. Her smile was immaculate. She was almost jumping out from the paper and into the real world. It wasn't draw well, true, but you could feel the beauty in it.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?". Adrienne was a little startled and turned around to see Guelio. Guelio smiled and laughed, making the situation even more awkward as it was. "Do you know her, Adrienne?", he asked.

Adrienne couldn't recognize her face. It seemed awfully familialr though. She had a strong sense of deja vu, which she couldn't explain. "No, I don't know her, Guelio."

Guelio looked like he was going to ask one more time, opening his mouth, but he stopped short of actually speaking, and looked out the window. "I know you know what I know."

"I'm telling you, Monsieur, I don't know anything. This seems like deja vu, but I don't know anything. Just because it seems like something I remember doesn't mean it did happen."

Guelio nodded. "I understand", he said. His voice started becoming shaky, nervous. "I understand you'll never speak about it. Whether or not you really know, I'll let you be with your reasons."

He shifted his position, before sitting down and sighing deeply. "That girl means a lot to me. The last time I saw her was a half-a-decade ago, yet through this I never forget her."

Guelio started shaking again, and he was on the verge of tears. "For so long, I've repressed memories of that girl, of my childhood. First it was Tio Alberto, then her, then my grandfather died, then we moved to Spain. My life was changing faster than ever and I couldn't keep up. So I decided to start my life over again."

"I never stopped looking though, I took all my money just to roam the streets of Europe and Asia, to look for her. Then, I forgot it again, it was taking a toll on me. Only, last night, I was reminded of that past, so obviously I did what I always do. Forget. But this time I had alcohol, which I hoped lull me.  But even if I drink, I always remember."

He looked at Adrienne, pearly-eyed. "I'm too much of a coward to say it, but it's hard to live completely happy knowing you have a part of your life separated from you. Because it's like you haven't completed your life at all."

Adrienne didn't know what to answer, since she really didn't know who was on the photo. Guelio, for his part, knew that Adrienne couldn't or wouldn't talk about it at all.

"Esta es el dibujo, de una vida que no puedo olvidar. [It is a sketch, a drawing, of a life I cannot forget]"

Adrienne gave back the photo. Guelio smiled a kept it in his breastpocket, nodding a little as if to say thanks. Adrienne was confused, the encounter made more questions than answers. Who was this girl? Why do I connect to her? Is Guelio hiding? She all asked this to herself, unsure of what answer to give.

Guelio was sat down on the table, staring once more out of the window, drawing in hand. Last night, before he was intoxicated to the point of forgetfulness, he obtained information about a woman who was arrested but was able to escape due to a logistical error. This woman was a female revolutionary, had a name which was awfully familiar, and the description which boggled Guelio's mind.

Crisanto gave him an approximate location to where this woman lived. Guelio, though in disbelief decided to give it a shot, what else could he do? Agonize in curiosity? Stay lethargic in opportunity? 

He ran downstairs, looking for Renee. She was in the kitchen tidying up, when Guelio announced: "Renee, get the carruaje. We're going to the Palanyag."