When we reached the top of the hill, the street abruptly ended in front of the church. We parked the car and climbed out. We stood in front of the church, which appeared to be built atop some stores on the ground level. The stores almost seemed part of a mall, under the church. Many people were coming out of the stores. We walked inside into the crowd of people who looked as if they were just getting off work. Suddenly Carolina said she had been here before. Once long ago, when I had been away, she had come here and apparently had worked here a while. She said she remembered one day in particular, when she had been working here, she had been worried about me, and had asked someone what had happened to her "baby" (referring to me). I looked at her and told her that she really did care about me.