The next key frame of the same shot as image 1, in exactly the same drawing style, with the same camera, table, chairs, window and wall. Nothing else changes. The woman has leaned across the table and, with one hand, has lifted the tiny white card up between two fingers, peering behind it at the empty chair, as if he might be hiding there. Nobody is there. Her smile has faded into a small, sad half smile, her eyes soft and lonely, lips closed. Her other arm rests on the table. Rain runs down the window behind her. The chair on the right stays empty. She has exactly two arms and two hands. No text.
