I turned my back for two minutes to settle a line-jump in Purgatory, and the entire world has turned upside down! İn Lola's timeline.
EVERYTHİNG İS PANDEMİC.
F-CKİNG TİMELİNES!
The pandemic? Global lockdown? Canceled flights? Michael, the universe literally slammed a giant padlock on Lola's diamond-bright dreams! Those Budapest plans, those streets to be walked in shimmering skirts... in one week, it all turned into a membership fee for the "Remote Graduates Club"! Our Lola was saved from being stranded at a foreign border, but now she's trapped in her own home with her dreams in ruins!
And in this void, in this sad silence, who appears? A NEW CATASTROPHE!
Lola is preparing to head home with a broken heart when a guy latches onto her phone, oozing with "My Queen, my love, I'm your fan." I'm screaming "SMELL OF BULLSHIT!" from here, sending cramps to her stomach, but no, Michael—our girl's merciful heart says, "Maybe I'm wrong."
