Chapter 7: Una’s Dream

  Una is thinking. She feels like she is being crushed by a heavy object.
The bus approaches Una’s home.
As she is about to get off the bus, she suddenly remembers her morning dream.
A grey concrete building, low ceilings, that stuffy feeling, her Dad's face.
Una suddenly changes her mind and stays on board.
The bus continues its journey.
  Chapter 8: Una’s Dream

  (The bus stops).

  Bus Driver: (in an oddly mechanical voice) Aren’t you getting off?

  Una: (feeling weird) Yes?

  (The bus driver turns towards her. He has her father's face).

  Una (startled): Dad?

  Una looks towards the back seat of the bus.
Nobody is there, but she can hear muttering.
Words seem to fill the bus.
Una gets off. The bus stop is her old school.
The schoolground is dark and empty, but she feels comfortable.

  Yeongnam: (Voice mixed with strangely mechanical sounds) Mother of my child!

  Una: Dad?

  Una: (hearing her own voice sounding oddly mechanical) My mother is a rice cooker.

  Yeongnam: (Voice mixed with strangely mechanical sounds) Whenever women meet, they lose their minds. Too busy yapping away…

  A commotion is heard. A red light flashes.
A Molotov cocktail flies through the air.
Una feels she is in danger and runs to the first floor of the building.
Something red seems to be chasing her.
Una runs desperately to get to a safe place, but no matter how much she runs, she can't find the door.
She rushes up to the second and third floors looking for an open classroom.
  Chapter 9: Una’s Dream

  The open classroom is filled with kind voices.
 The low murmuring makes her forget about the danger outside.
 A girl is sitting in the classroom. Una wants to ask what has happened, so she approaches the girl.

Una: Hey ...

  The girl turns her head.

  Girl: Yeah?

  Una: Do you attend this school?

  Girl: No problem, no problem.

  Una: Where are we? Do you know what’s going on outside? Bottles flying …

  Girl: Shhh! Lower your voice! If you lower your voice, nothing will happen.

Una: (feeling uneasy) Huh?

  Girl: Not a word!

  Una: Huh?

  Girl: I hope all the things that speak snuff it.

  (Una remembers the things she scribbled in her diary).

  Girl: How good would it be if all the things that speak died and only words remained?
 Words can't walk. Words are like air pressure.
Warm and cold fronts press against each other to create a storm. The Earth with only words left will be like Jupiter. There will be a gas storm that won't stop for 400 years.

  Una: What are you?

Girl: Shhh! Lower your voice!

  (Silence)

  Una (thinking to herself): I can't stand this girl!

  Girl: You shouldn't say that! If you make a loud noise, something will happen.
 Nothing should happen. You just have to lower your voice.
As long as you adjust to other people's moods, nothing happens.

  Una backs off then runs away.