(A young woman is leading a soldier through the trees.)

MARY: Nearly there. We've been right busy since you lot were billeted here. This your first time? The others been teasing you, is that it? My name's Mary. Mary, like the virgin.

(She starts unbuttoning his tunic. He slaps her, hard.)

MARY: Religious man, are you?

(He slaps her again.)

MARY: I'm not your bloody hound.

(She scratches him and runs.)

SOLDIER: Whore!

(A strange sound is coming from a pulsing light amongst the trees. The soldier is still chasing her, so Mary runs towards it. There is a flash as the soldier approaches, and he draws his flintlock pistol. He aims it at Mary, who is just standing there, smiling.)

SOLDIER: Do whores have prayers?

(He fires.)