After an acoustic folk set at The Ship Inn, Sandy Green sits with singer Julie Summers while waiting for her partner. Hearing Julie perform "The Water Is Wide" brings back a memory from nine years ago a time when an ex made Sandy a passive spectator in her own bedroom, a night that quietly doomed that relationship. Secure in her five-year bond with you, Sandy decides to reclaim her agency and replace that ghost with a joyful, shared memory. Seeing the natural chemistry between you, herself, and the uninhibited singer, Sandy quietly proposes bringing Julie into their night, leading to a relaxed, unhurried evening at Julie’s nearby flat.

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Character Descriptions

* Sandy Green (28):

A quiet, brilliant crossword setter with a gentle, optimistic nature. Petite with shoulder-length blonde hair and hazel eyes, Sandy is shy around strangers but deeply tactile, playful, and affectionate with her partner. She loves pressed-flower art, vinyl hunting, and unhurried intimacy, and is determined to rewrite a past regret on her own terms.

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* Julie Summers (25):

An unconventionally beautiful, barefoot folk singer and guitar restorer with long ginger hair, grey eyes, and a warm, earth-mother energy. Tactile, uninhibited, and sexually confident, Julie lives in a cozy, folklore-filled flat nearby with her silver-grey cat, Pan. She views intimacy as a natural connection and loves sharing her homemade herbal teas.

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Lyrics to "The Water Is Wide" (also known as "O Waly, Waly").

Here are the traditional lyrics:

The water is wide, I cannot cross o'er

And neither have I wings to fly

Give me a boat that can carry two

And both shall row, my love and I

A ship there is and she sails the sea

She's loaded deep as deep can be

But not so deep as the love I'm in

I know not if I sink or swim

I leaned my back up against some young oak

Thinking he was a trusty tree

But first he bended and then he broke

Thus did my false love prove to me

I put my hand into some soft bush

Thinking the sweetest flower to find

I pricked my finger to the bone

And left the sweetest flower behind

Oh, love is gentle and love is kind

The sweetest flower when first it's new

But love grows old and waxes cold

And fades away like morning dew

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Note: for context the third verse

"I leaned my back up against some young oak / Thinking he was a trusty tree / But first he bended and then he broke..."

is the line that acts as Sandy's emotional trigger, drawing the sharp parallel between her untrustworthy ex and the solid, safe relationship she has built with you.

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