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From the various houses we can see candlelight but no electricity. There's a quiet that blankets the whole area, disturbed only by the almost whispered of the people as they stand around. CHARLIE stares across at GOODMAN's house.
Sally (a little timid): It doesn't seem right, though, keeping watch on them. Why, he was right when he said he was one of our neighbors. Why, I've known Ethel Goodman ever since they moved in. We've been good friends—
Charlie: That doesn't prove a thing. Any guy who'd spend his time looking up at the sky early in the morning—well, there's something wrong with that person. Maybe under normal circumstances we could let it go by, but these aren't normal circumstances.
(STEVE, from several yards away, walks down the steps of his porch, and down the street over to LES GOODMAN's house. He stops at the foot of the steps. GOODMAN stands there. MRS. GOODMAN stands behind him, very frightened.)
