The Nurse knows what she likes, and she likes what she knows.

But that doesn’t mean she’s inflexible.

The Nurse is busy luring the Screws into a false sense of security. Behind that meaty, mild exterior lurks a razor sharp intelligence and a burning desire to escape. But she’s biding her time.

In the meantime she’s allowed occasional visitors. Her friend X has been dropping by for a few years now. Last time, she was shocked to find out that he was a committed Christian. Taken aback, The Nurse blustered her way past X’s casual comment and said nothing.

There’s fuck all to do down here in solitary and The Nurse has a lot of time to think. After a few days it stuck her that she actually respects X’s religious beliefs.

A proper puzzle. The Nurse worried away at it for a few weeks before she realised why. In the end, she found the answer - so simple she’d overlooked it. 

X never tries to convert her. He doesn’t go on and on about his beliefs; he never mentions them. And he doesn’t do that infuriating ‘I forgive you and pity you. You’re misguided and a bit silly. You haven’t thought god through properly’ bit; guaranteed to make her grind her pointy teeth in fury.

Trying on  this unexpected tolerance for size, The Nurse finally understands it isn’t religious people per se who are a pain in the arse and a danger to society. The nutter brigade who try to convert the rest of us – be they Muslim or Christian – are the baddies.

If kept private, religious beliefs do no harm. Insist they follow you into your workplace and social life and they soon start to cause chaos.

The Nurse thinks the faithful should keep their beliefs to themselves like X does. Then everyone might stop fighting.