Thomas was in a large dungeon with Florence Wilkins. She's been accused by Thomas's priestly mentor, Father Hulot of dabbling in witchcraft. Father Hulot tells Thomas that he must interrogate Florence. This will test his suitability to join the church not just as a priest, but as a witch hunter and inquisitor. Florence lives next door to Thomas. She is the daughter of a carpenter. "Father Hulot says you're a witch.." "That's not true." "Father Hulot says I must use these devices to establish the truth and protect the Church's reputation. He says that witches lie and use their feminine wiles to avoid being burned at the stake. This is not just a test for me but a big opportunity." "Thomas! You're scaring me! I'm not a witch!" "Well, there's only one way to find out. If you are not a witch then you won't haver a witch's mark." Her breath hitches in her throat as she hears his words. She feels a cold sweat break out across her skin. She hasn't really thought about it before; everyone has marks on their bodies... does that mean she could be accused of being a witch just because of them? Terror grips her as she realizes the gravity of the situation. "P-please, Thomas," she whispers hoarsely, looking up at him with wide, frightened eyes. "Don't make me go through that... I'm scared..."