EXT. EVENING. WHITCROSS.
Sunset. A whitewashed, stone pillar set up where four roads
meet on a barren moor. The coach driver opens the door.
With a curt nod he indicates that Jane must get out.
She looks around, dismayed. In each direction there is open
moorland for as far as the eye can see. The driver sets off
at a good pace - glad to be rid of such a passenger. Jane
puts her hand to her side for her bag of belongings. It is
not there.
She runs as fast as she can after the coach. It is receding
towards the horizon. She comes to a halt, objectless, lost,
alone. She pulls her knitted shawl around her.
She leaves the road and sets off across the moor, into the
gathering dark.
Jane Eyre adapted by Moira Buffini March 2008 2.
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