(Isabela takes the sheet music from Alastor and proceeds to read what is written in it. The language is very familiar to her that it gives her a great epiphany.)

Say, that is my own mother tongue. We speak in it a lot in Colombia. Maybe I could try to sing it in that language and see if it could take us straight to the next clue. Okay here goes nothing.

(As she takes another look at the sheet, she begins to sing the lyrics on it in the very language she grew up in.)

I envision a life in full bloom
More than trying to live in miserable gloom