[Edward doesn't know where they are, or why they've stopped. All he knows is that his motorcycle, which someone navigates on its own, like a mechanical horse, has slowed and stopped. He gets off, stretching his back, when he hears the announcement. It means nothing to him, as he's unable to see the bodies hanging from their necks. He senses that something is amiss, though, and approaches cautiously, tapping his way over with his walking stick.]
[He hears someone moving around, the sound of a knife through rope, the soft whump of something falling, and then a girl's voice.]
I know some prayers.
[He stands back, his stick clutched in both hands.]
Gallows
[He hears someone moving around, the sound of a knife through rope, the soft whump of something falling, and then a girl's voice.]
I know some prayers.
[He stands back, his stick clutched in both hands.]
Would you like me to recite them?