At Irene’s and Aris’s home. Medium long shot.

Aris

Where’s Athanasia?

Irene

Proudly. At the Gallery!

Aris

Nothing can stop you…

Irene

In the same style. Nothing!

Aris

I talked with John…

Irene

I can imagine what he told you!

Aris

No! Absolutely not…

Irene

What are you trying to tell me?

Aris

Absolutely nothing…

Irene

Then why do you speak in this style?

Aris

I’m not an actor… I can’t have another style…

Irene

But, what does all this mean?

Aris

I’m afraid…

Irene

What are you afraid of, my darling?

Aris

I’m afraid that one will commit suicide…

Irene

Who will commit suicide?

Aris

Athanasia.

Irene

Oh, my God!

Angel and Fotis under the sky…

Angel

They have decided it…

Fotis

They are scared.

Angel

Yes… But, they have thought that there is no other choice…

Fotis

So, they know what it means….

Angel

Their life has no longer a meaning…

Fotis

Their death though will have one…

Angel

Will you stay with us?

Fotis

Until the end…

Angel

I worry about you… Time. They’re looking for you…

Fotis

There’s no reason. Time. They’ll find me…

Angel

Don’t you want to escape?

Fotis

I can’t leave you…

Angel

So, you’ll be our bridge with the future?

Fotis

This is my only role here…

Angel

And how about if they catch you? If they torture you?

Fotis

I was made for that. Time. The bridge won’t collapse…

Angel embracing Fotis.

At Panagia Finikiotissa. Full shot.

John arrives at the islet by a dart.

He opens the central door.

In front of the temple he finds Athanasia.

He runs towards her side, stoops and takes her into his arms…

John

Athanasia, come back… Time. Come, my child…

Athanasia

Fotis… Fotis…

John

I…am John…

Athanasia

Shout. No!

John

What’s the matter, darling?

Athanasia

I found Fotis…

John

Yes, I know…

Athanasia

He let me leave… I didn’t want to… And a warrior took me…

John

A warrior?

Athanasia

Like the ones at the Gallery… Time. He ordered him not to go back, no matter what happens…

John

And what happened?

Athanasia

Fotis was captured. She starts crying. I heard his shout… Silence. They nailed his feet and left him alone to live history…