[Keith and Candice Marie are perched next to Corfe Castle, surveying the surrounding countryside]
Keith: Look at this view, Brownsea Island, Round Island, the Lakeland of Dorset... pity about the power station in the background, never mind... there are the heaths, Newton Heath, Rempstone Heath, Witch Heath... disused railway line going up to Wareham... and the great nimbocumulus rising above it all like great puffs of cotton wool.
Candice Marie: Look at all this rubbish Keith.
Keith: What?
Candice Marie: Isn't it awful, look at all those tin cans.
Keith: [disinterested] Yes...
Candice Marie: Just imagine Keith, if all the people who lived here could come back... to all these crisp bags and sweet papers, they'd be horrified wouldn't they?
Keith: They'd find it difficult to comprehend all the changes that have taken place in the world.
Candice Marie: Do you think they do come back Keith?
Keith: What?
Candice Marie: Their ghosts.
Keith: No...
[Keith is distracted momentarily by something in the distance]
Keith: There's a car going up the B3351.
