Sola gathered her belongings to leave the village. She went to wake up Sayle and Vizilla so they could prepare to leave the house.
Sayle and Vizilla, still half-asleep, said to their mother:
Sayle & Vizilla: Let's sleep a little longer… the sun hasn't even risen yet.
Sola: Get up! Uncle Colin is waiting for us to go with him to the city. Come on — go to the bathroom, wash your faces and hands. I'll be waiting for you in my room to put on your new clothes and comb your hair. I want my uncle, and everyone who sees you in town, to like you.
Outside, Uncle Colin was shouting:
Uncle Colin: We're late! The wolves pulling the cart are getting hungry!
Sola called out to him:
Sola: Pick up that damned cat and give it to them!
When Sayle heard his mother's words, he ran to her.
Sayle: Mom! Have you seen my cat?
Sola: Oh, you still have sympathy for her?
Sayle: Mom, please don't throw her to the wolves! We need her keys. Who will open the door for us when it closes on us?
Sola: Yes, but she's a monster.
Sayle: Mom, I'll take her with me!
Sola: No.
The boy began to cry:
Sayle: Then I won't go with you!
Uncle Colin heard Sayle crying, so he rushed to him, picked him up, and said:
Uncle Colin: Why are you crying, nephew?
Sola: He wants to take that cat with him — I mean, that monster.
Uncle Colin: Hey, you'll take it with you.
Sola: What are you saying? I won't go with you.
Uncle Colin: Sister… that cat left us and she's not even here.
Sola (laughing bitterly): On the contrary — she's hiding. She hears our words and knows everything. When we're about to leave the house, she'll appear.
Uncle Colin: Please, tell him you're coming with us.
Sola: I wouldn't say that… she killed my husband.
Uncle Colin: Please… just nod your head.
Sola shook her head sadly. Uncle Colin then asked Sayle to look at his mother, who finally gave a small nod to him.