The next key frame of the same shot as image 1, in exactly the same drawing style, with the same camera, lamp post, wall and rain. A moment later: the man has looked up and seen her. For the first time in the film his mask has fallen: his eyes are round and shining, his eyebrows up, his shoulders have dropped, his hands have come out of his pockets and hang open at his sides, and a big, real, helpless, boyish smile is breaking across his soaked face, showing he is completely undone. The woman has stepped toward him and stretched her arm up high, holding the big black umbrella over both of them now, so the rain has stopped falling on him, the red flower on its handle. She looks up at him with a warm, tender, delighted smile, no longer playing, lips closed. They are close, both large, from the waist up. Each has exactly two arms and two hands. No text.
