[image description: new scene, indoors, night. marisa is standing next to the wine-coloured luxury king armchair in one corner of the candlelit parlour of marcilla’s old house, with its oak floors and way off-white stucco walls with enclosed timbering and horizontal crossbrace in dark wood, holding a mixed drink in her hand as she says to someone off-screen: you know, when i came here looking for you earlier, ren fields was in your coffin, and she said you didn’t live here anymore.]
