The next key frame of the same shot as image 1, in exactly the same drawing style, with exactly the same camera, framing, lamppost, window, awning, café table, chairs and coffee cup. A moment later the rain has become a heavy downpour pouring straight down in thick streaks, puddles forming on the sidewalk. The man stands in exactly the same pose, still holding out the charred stem, the umbrella still closed under his arm, but the rain has flattened his frizzled copper hair into a wet, dripping mop plastered down on his head, with a small puff of white steam rising from it; the soot is running down his cheek; his face is perfectly calm, one eyebrow raised. The woman has not moved at all: legs crossed, arms crossed, face turned away, eyes closed. Each has exactly two arms and two hands. No text, no letters.
