Then the pandemic's second wave hit. The city was not prepared. Jobs dried up; people who had been hanging on by threads were forced to choose between rent and medication. The state’s emergency funds were slow to arrive. Plans that had seemed negotiable hardened into survival decisions. The sponsor, seeing instability and uncertainty, threatened to pull its investment. Meetings got shorter and angrier. A fencing crew returned overnight and installed a permanent barrier at the corridor's edge, citing "safety concerns." The people who had once lingered at Bilatin Nights were thin in body and spirit.