Perhaps I am on a long walk. The scenery is just like the Shikoku pilgrimage, empty lonely cold valleys with half-deserted little towns.
In a town I am passing through, there is an Australian girl who has gone a bit off the rails, in society's eyes. She is drinking and going out a lot and generally ignoring social expectations of her. I picture this without really meeting her. She has short hair, dyed a browny gold colour, olive skin and sharp, beautiful features.
I am also seen to be antisocial in some way. I think there is some way I have behaved in the past, or maybe it is just the fact that I am walking alone and avoiding normal social engagements. A local priest, in an attempt to solve the situation, books us a hotel room together. The implication is that we will eventually be married.
I am not against this, in fact I am struck by the priest's wisdom. He is an old, smiling, Irish looking man in black robes. He looks straight out of Father Ted. By bringing the loner and the party girl together, they can't be loners or party people any more. The girl is very intelligent and kind, but in this little country town no-one understands her and she has become a bit self destructive.