"We see… burns away… between the sounds you made…" Another quick shot, the edges of the filmstock juddering along into the frame as Shane rested her head against the wall, arms hugging herself, her eyes levelled on the floor. "You… die… so… calmly…"

"We… see… burns deeply over you…" A shot of Shane flicked up in place of the one of her sitting in the corner – this time, she was seated at a table, sipping from a white bowl, paying no mind to the cameras, and then there was a brief flick of her bringing a spoon to her mouth from the bowl, the light catching on the metal on the underside of the bowl of the spoon. Chewing, swallowing, picking up a glass and taking a sip of water, wiping her mouth with her bare fingers, her palm – a quick series of shots, obviously cut into for the montage, the cutting only adding to that unsettling, disassociated feeling.

"Hey, the meeting is done…" Shane in the corner again, this time close up and, once again, at an angle – just her face and part of her left shoulder taking up the shot – running her hand through her hair again, her expression almost meditative, as though she was somewhere else. As though the words of the song were her thoughts.

A quick flash of Shane seated on a bench in front of an organ, the camera angled behind her and to her left so that the camera could reveal the fingers of her hand as they played each note carefully, one by one – long, nimble fingers moving gracefully and articulately over the keys.

A brief flash, shot from the top of the organ to capture Shane, her lips barely moving as she mouthed the words of the song almost absently, her expression impassive. "The hills all surround you – no fair, undone… the hills all surround you…"

Sitting in the corner again, a wide shot, hands clasped together between her bent knees as she looked down and then away, off-screen somewhere, inadvertently revealing her compelling profile, her skin seeming impossibly stark and white against the dark, painted walls and darker floor of the room. She lifted her left hand up, catching the end of her thumb between her teeth, worrying on it as the camera rolled, capturing any and every move that she might make from this angle.