(A flash of light plays on the faces of both boys and then moves down the street and disappears.)
Steve Brand, the man who's been polishing his car and now he stands transfixed, staring upward
What was that? A meteor?
That's what it looked like. I didn't hear any crash though, did you?
Steve? What was that?
[ Raising his voice and looking towards the porch]
Guess it was a meteor, honey. came awful close, didn't it?
[ The camera pans across the various porches to people who stand there watching in low conversing tones.]Maple Street. Six-forty-four P.M. on a late September evening. [A pause.] Maple Street in the last calm and reflective moments....before the monsters came!