Day’s end, a lull in the storm. Mr. Tombeaux arrives to remove the snow from the churchyard path. He wears a wool coat and carries an old shovel. He passes through the wrought gate and disappears from view. Maybe the trees. The storm renews and a voice is heard: “Welcome, Little One, welcome. This world’s a little bit brighter now that you’re here.” Snow and night falling and sounds of light shoveling.