The next key frame of the same shot as image 1, in exactly the same drawing style, with exactly the same camera, framing, door, tree, wall lantern, lamppost, hail and grey light, and the same three characters in the same places. A moment later the man has dropped down on one knee on the wet stone, still holding the open umbrella out over the old lady and the little girl with one hand; his other hand, holding the charred black rose stem, is pressed to his heart; his head is thrown back and his mouth is wide open, singing a passionate serenade toward the right of the frame. Under the umbrella the old lady and the little girl wince and plug their ears with their fingers. Hailstones bounce around him. Each person has exactly two arms and two hands. No text, no letters, no musical notes.
