Same as in previous scene. The two soldiers are once again like statues in a war memorial MAMA and NANA enter at the lowest level

NANA: Everywhere, they don't know where he is. We have been to interrogation centres, and to hospitals, and to mortuaries, and to … What are you going to do now?

MAMA: We are marching to the capital.

NANA: And when we get there?

MAMA: I am going to demand that they should set him free or bring him to trial. Then we shall all know what his crime is. Why are they afraid to let us know what he has done? Who do they think they are dealing with here? I am not a baby, you know. They can't tell me that they only took him for a day or two for interrogation.

NANA: They said they released him, Mama.

MAMA: That's what they say, but we know differently. We know they never let you go once they've got you. We saw them take him away, didn't we?

NANA: But you said …

MAMA: Okay, I didn't personally see them. But other people did. Those who were in the thick of the crowd with him when they threw the tear gas. They saw them take him away. Did we see them bring him back? If you did, I didn't.

Lights dim on MAMA and NANA, and rise on the soldiers

SOLDIER ONE: Anything could happen in those raids. It was exciting too, in its own sad way. There would be dogs charging at the protesters, or there would be tear gas thrown at them. All hell broke loose. Protesters would throw stones and would receive bullets in response. Sometimes bullets would start first, and protesters would throw stones in response.

SOLDIER TWO: You can't fight bullets with stones.

SOLDIER ONE: In the midst of it all, some would be burning the dwellings … the shelters we called home. Some of us would be picked up in our dazed state and loaded into pick-up vans to interrogation centres, others would go into hiding, perhaps hoping to surface when everything had cooled down.

Lights dim on the soldiers and rise on NANA and MAMA.

NANA: But others say they saw him run away.