bruno, still glancing over the top of his paper.
bruno watches miriam.
the small boy turns and looks with dismay at his pricked balloon, wondering what happened.
bruno, as he smiles faintly, glancing across at miriam.
the screen is filled with one of the lenses of the glasses. they are of the diminishing type. against the moonlit sky we see reflected, the elongated struggling figures, as though we were shooting up at them. suddenly one of the figures falls forward.
miriam's head drops into the picture by the glasses.