Gregory Morgan's haunting play is another under consideration. Connie works in the arsenal at Bridgend during the last war. What are her memories of events as she lies grieviously injured? All she can remember is taking her younger brother Gareth to see the film Lady Hamilton at the Pandy Empire.What are the strange lights that they both saw walking home?

Connie:   Dad always said that a robin tapped at the window of Lawrence of Arabia’s cottage just before he took his final journey. I did not expect to die. The pain, lessening, still hurt as I tried to see the person who was staring at me. My eyes stung; I could not take a deep breath. Christ, the bastards had tried to bomb us at the arsenal many times before. We heard the thunderous explosions and thought we were safe. The after blast was unreal. When it arrived, I felt everything go quiet as the air was sucked from the room, and I was picked up, as if a child, and thrown against the wall. Then the silence ended, broken by the screams of the dying and I wanted to sleep. I could not keep my eyes open. Had I been to the second show at the Empire with Gareth to watch Lady Hamilton?

Connie’s voice fades into an air raid siren sounding in the distance as Gareth, Connie’s youngest brother, says eagerly.

Gareth:     I think we should have waited for the bus. This walk is never going to end.

Connie:   A little walking never hurt anyone. We are nearly home. It was better like this taking our time. I never liked travelling on the bus when there are no street lights on.

Gareth:    We always got home, Connie. The driver’s know their way around these roads.

Connie: (Laughs)   Too true. Mam will have supper ready for us by now. Then, after a wash, I will have to get ready for work. Well, what did you think of the film?

Gareth:  The battle scenes were good and I liked the song the men sung.

Connie:    Hearts of oak?

Gareth:   Yes. I never expected Nelson to die like that.

Connie:    Don’t they teach you any history in school these days? The Battle of Trafalgar may have happened a long time ago, but it is never forgotten by people.

Gareth:   Of course, they told us about that battle and others in history. Nelson was too clever for Napoleon, Mrs Jones told us.  I would like to see the film again.

Connie:    I could probably take you next Thursday if I got the day off. What did you think of the actor playing Nelson?

Gareth:    He was all right.

Connie:      Laurence Olivier is the best actor in the world.

Gareth:    I like Errol Flynn the best.

Connie:    He also has his good points. Why are you holding my hand so tight?

Gareth:   Because it is so dark and I am scared. Did you hear those planes just now?

Connie:     Yes. They were Wellington bombers.

Gareth:     How can you tell?

Connie:   The sound of the engines. The Merlin engines set the Spitfire apart from other planes.

Gareth:    Why did Lady Hamilton cry at the end of the film?

Connie:    She cried because she knew there was no life for her after Nelson died. Why have you stopped, Gareth?

Gareth: (Half whisper)   I thought I saw a light on the banking over there.

Gareth’s voice fades into Connie’s voice over.

Connie:   I could not see at first what Gareth thought he had seen. The mist fell, as if a painter had suddenly decided to blot out a mistake he had painted amongst the trees. A blue light, almost opaque, caught my eye and it stared at us with curiosity, like a match being struck, as it followed our progress along the pavement. I could just see the rooftop of our house above the railings of the railway station. The colliery lights were also extinguished as the hooter sound forlornly. We stopped as we heard the roar of the river. Gareth was shaking, as was I. The river should not have sounded like this as there had been no heavy rain over the past week. The blue light had now separated and there were other lights that seemed to rise and fall, watching our progress, as we walked on nervously. The fear I had made me believe that there was some intelligence behind what we watched. Gareth held me tightly, burying his head on my shoulder as I picked him up. When I glanced again at the banking, I saw just the blue light. Why were these lights seen when there was supposed to be a blackout. What was happening? Were children playing a terrible trick on us? Could they be carrying torches?