THE YOUNG PRIEST (also lightly scented, frowns)
To the best of my knowledge, the entire cluster of these communities was unequivocally closed off, even many years ago! As far as I am aware, there is an absence of human presence in that area!
Tom's face darkens.
TOM (frustrated)
But I received letters from there! How do you explain that?
THE YOUNG PRIEST (intrigued)
That's a question I'd like to have answered as well.
Lara, sitting by Tom's side, places a comforting hand on his shoulder. The young priest realizes his mistake and corrects himself.
THE YOUNG PRIEST (tenderly)
Tom, I understand you're facing transportation issues. Without a trolley, you'll have to cross the snowy mountain pass on foot.
LARA
Indeed, that is the current situation.
THE YOUNG PRIEST
If you permit me to join you, I can be of great assistance.
The priest moistens his face and forehead, then scoops a handful of gel from a green box. He applies soap to his entire head and face, lathering them with foam from the liquid soap. The priest diligently cleanses his face until, for a moment, he resembles a foam ball as the lather builds up. The foam covers his head and face, resembling a momentary foam ball. Retrieving a razor blade from a small, mirrored cabinet, he proceeds with deliberate and cautious strokes, gliding the blade over his head and face. His vigilant eyes fixate unsparingly on his reflection in the mirror.
FLASH BACK
INT. EVENING. MANAGER'S SMALL LIVING ROOM
The android (the same one who led the group of android warriors) bathes a cute, yet bald, little boy in a tub. After rinsing him with water, she applies ointment to his head and lathers it with soap. She reaches for the razor on the side.
CHILD (crying)
No, Mom, I don't want to shave.
ANDROID (in a comforting tone)
You must. Then I'll cook something you like and read you a story.