[The shot opens on north of the Wall, with frozen tundra and bare trees and a legion of wild men led by a hunky Jon Snow]

JON: I am all alone, even surrounded.

[A tough girl from out of the pack glares at Jon]

TOUGH GIRL: You know -

JON: Watch it.

TOUGH GIRL: Er, I mean, you are one of us. We are one of you. Also we are wild, and we must survive here.

JON: There is much to explore. The north remembers.

[Jon leads the pack further north where it remains wintry white and bare]

JON: I must turn back.

TOUGH GIRL: Don't you mean us?

JON: There is only me, it has only ever been me.

[The tough girl slams down her spear]

TOUGH GIRL: I, of the clan MakeBelieve, from the lore or not - and if it is not, I will give as detailed an explanation as is exposition - demand you tell me why we must turn back! We are explorers, no?

JON: That is not how we talk in this land.

TOUGH GIRL: No, but if people were watching -

[The tough girl exaggeratedly winks in a direction and Jon Snow frowns, uncertain]

JON: You know I don't like that. I don't like it when people speak as though they think people from another world are listening.

TOUGH GIRL: But I believe in them! And the gods, too.

JON: Winter is coming. I must turn back.

[Jon Snow turns]

JON: For the north is barren and the south full of errors.

[The tough girl sighs as she keeps pace with Jon, the others following.]

TOUGH GIRL: Now you're doing it.

[Jon Snow unbuttons his shirt]

JON: See this scar?

[The tough girl tries not to stare]

TOUGH GIRL: Er no, but has it just appeared now?

[Jon continues to slowly spin with his chest so the tribe can see]

JON: Yes, probably. It could mean something.

TOUGH GIRL: I don't think anything's there.

[Jon closes his eyes]

JON: No, but the urge to breathe in the wild is there all the same.

[The tough girl winks in a direction]

TOUGH GIRL: Mmm. The wild - right.

[Jon pulls on his shirt and raises his sword]

JON: For the North!

[Jon runs south with the tribe. The tough girl gestures emphatically]

TOUGH GIRL: What are we doing?

[Jon calls over his shoulder]

JON: There's a threat on the horizon which will be explained later!

[The tough girl shakes her head and follows reluctantly]

TOUGH GIRL: This is all very odd behavior, Snow.

JON: You have not lived what I have!

TOUGH GIRL: No, I mean that we're running. Don't we just stand around and tell, not show?

[Jon grips a pain in his chest, the grey in his hair]

JON: That was from a long time ago.

[Jon keeps running. The tough girl raises her spear]

TOUGH GIRL: Jon! Your scar!

JON: Oh, yes, I forgot.

[Jon takes his shirt off, spinning 360 degrees like in a football match, and the tough girl smiles]

TOUGH GIRL: Maybe my name's An-erys. Or E-gritte. Maybe I have red hair.

[The tough girl shrugs and smiles]

TOUGH GIRL: Who knows.

[The shot cuts out, then opens on a black plinth where a fearsome dragon drops a bundle on the floor. Masked robed priests step back in awe]

ACOLYTE: Can we revive her?

[The elder priest shakes his head]

ELDER PRIEST: No, my son.

ACOLYTE: We probably could - I mean, she'd probably just not be able to do much, but a merciful -

[The elder priest lays a hand on the acolyte's shoulder and sighs]

ELDER PRIEST: No.

ACOLYTE: But, Father -

ELDER PRIEST: It is known.