The next key frame of the same shot as image 1, in exactly the same drawing style, with exactly the same camera, framing, house, door, lantern, tree and bench. A moment later: the man has calmly raised his open black umbrella straight back over his own head, and at that very moment the rain has completely stopped: no more rain lines, the clouds have parted and a bright ray of sunshine falls on the wet street. He is still completely soaked, his copper hair plastered flat, one last drop hanging from the tip of his nose, his face deadpan and dignified, one eyebrow raised, eyes straight ahead, his other hand in his coat pocket. The little girl is gone. Exactly one umbrella. No text, no letters.
