(Int. Anne's cabin, night. Both her and Mistress Cherry are dressed in simple nightgowns, and are preparing for bed.)
Anne: How can Lord Satan speak so many languages?
Mistress Cherry: (Who is sitting on her bed, looking shook.) Huh?
Anne: I asked how Lord Satan can speak so many other languages, He was speaking to an African man today, remember? And then someone ran by and said something to him in a different one.
Mistress Cherry: I don't know, he and Baal both appear to speak every language there is, I've even seen them chatting with the pigs.
(Anne nods in understanding. There is a long pause, during which Anne steps outside, returning with her damp, newly washed clothes from the past few days. She starts arranging them on a laundry rack.)
Anne: Are you alright? You're acting really oddly.
Mistress Cherry: Yes dear, I'm fine.
Anne: (Climbing into bed.) Very well, goodnight then.
(She blows out the candle.)
