he resumes his walk, the camera dollying him. the echo starts again. he slows up again and stops -- but this time the echo continues. he becomes tense, looks around in alarm.
ben resumes his walk, the camera dollying him. he stops suddenly, as though to trap the echo -- but the echo comes on after him. slightly scared, he now resumes his walk with a more hurried pace. the echo gets louder. he glances quickly over his shoulder again.
ben continues walking, and after a bit cautiously glances behind him.
the same man is following behind.
ben glances down at the paper in his hand, and looks up trying to locate the right house number as he walks. the street has a mixture of houses, yards, an odd dirty- looking store or two. ben's expression indicates that he would like to make his destination before the man following catches up with him. then he changes his mind. he deliberately slows up.
showing ben as he walks slowly along, listening to the man approaching behind him, listening with the back of his head, and with his whole body. the man walking behind is aware of ben. he begins staring at him.
ben watches the man go on ahead of him at a faster pace. suddenly the man turns a sharp right into doorway, and is gone. ben glances at the paper in his hand. he stops and looks up in astonishment.
the little side doorway in which the elderly man turned. above it is an old painted sign reading "ambrose chappell - taxidermist."
ben hesitates briefly in thought, puts the piece of paper into his pocket, then makes up his mind and goes through the doorway.
ben comes up to her. she grips his hands.
ben takes her hand, squeezes it affectionately. together they cross the street, the camera panning them up the steps of the chapel and to the entrance.