Zack: *deeply frowns* Ah, it’s not a good idea… your niece isn’t here. And Maria is really sick, she’s going to die any day now. *lowers his head* The mother put her in a weaved basket and sent her off down the river months ago. She’s probably dead by now. I tried going after her, but there were crocodiles in the river, and I couldn’t get her out…
