a guest room door, with a small, wired pack attached to its knob. suddenly, wish a sharp crack!, the knob explodes, and the door bursts open.
her face, fighting tears, as the camera begins to whirl around her, almost dizzily. she is seeing, in her mind's eye -
the service hatch, as the hinged cover drops open, and a body tumbles through, dangling head first, until it's caught at the waist. we see the back of the head.
an emerging sheet, as gumb's face is printed out. we see just his hair, then the top of his forehead, before we.
the colt python as - in slow motion - his thumbs cock the hammer, the sound registering as a loud metallic click, and -