"First it was months, and then it was weeks. And then people started counting down the days."
Calendar pages fly past the camera -- October 13, October 14, October 15, October 16, with October 17 still on the calendar -- in a lonely, quiet, dark kitchen.

In a hallway, light comes only from the outside.
"And when you have days left to go--"

"What is there do but come together?"
And indeed, across the road, in a house, the living room of which brightens the dark lawn and street in front of it, two people shake hands amicably.