A man and a woman stand in front of a burning house. Their small child is with them, they hold her little hands. From the house we can hear a telephone’s ringing becoming more and more distorted as it melts (this lasts a significant enough amount of time).
WOMAN: John, hunny, it would appear that we are now homeless.
MAN: Yes dear. Very much so.
They carry on watching the fire.
SMALL CHILD: (turning her head, her eyes like Bambi) Just think, in distance a s-silly s-s-s-sold’er and his lover…
They fade out.
In the distance;
We fade in;
A soldier holds another soldier in his arms. They sway a melancholic yet defiant half waltz.
SOLDIER: (singing) Is that all there is, is that all there is/ If that’s all there my friends, then let’s keep on dancing/ Let’s bring out the booze and have us a ball/ If that’s all there is…
They fade out too. He keeps on singing, quieting down, fading the words along with the lights.
All we now see is the glow/ afterglow of burning.
The sound of the sea can be heard as the tide draws nearer.