Perspective Maria Friedman, Jill Paice & Martin Crewes

[MARIAN]
Is she not the way that I described her?
We’re as unalike as black and white

[LAURA]
Still, we are inseparable

[MARIAN]
Joined as day to night
Very clearly of a different feather
We’re an odd but merry pair of birds
She’d say I’m verbose and garrulous

[LAURA]
But in fewer words

[MARIAN]
(laughs)
Laura!

(Hartright laughs)

[LAURA]
I fear your journey here was tedious?

[HARTRIGHT]
My journey was filled with drama!
First I met the local Signal Man... a strange and unearthly man. He told me he’d had a vision that I would come here - and that I would bring tragedy in my wake

[LAURA]
Heavens!

[HARTRIGHT]
Indeed!

But he said: "You will mark my words...

When a year to this day
The dead lie on the tracks!
The dead lie on the tracks!"

[MARIAN]
How strange!

[HARTRIGHT]
What happened next
Was stranger still
A woman, breathless and afraid
Appeared out of the night
Completely dressed in white

She had a secret she would tell
Of one who had mistreated her
Her face and frightened gaze
My mind cannot erase
But then she ran from view