(Stella is in her room thinking about everything that has happened.)

Stella: I should be worried. I should be thinking about my father. Thinking about what is going to happen to my country. What is going to happen to me. So why is it that all I can think about is him? Why is he what my mind keeps going to? I can see him as if he were right in front of me: his jet black hair, his dark blue eyes; I can almost still hear his voice. What was it about him that I am so attracted to? Why was he so… perfect? Well, whatever it is about him, I just can't ignore this feeling. I have to see him again.

(Stella sneaks off out her bed room window.)