He refills the spilled glass and once again proposes a toast. The two drink down the calvados, both shivering from the impact of the eighty-proof brandy. Laurence's shivering doesn't stop as he returns the bottle to the bar. Instead, his tremors continue until he collapses to the floor and stops breathing. The guest sits, riveted, on the sofa, staring at Laurence twitching and jerking for a moment as the body resists its fate.
All motion stops.
Despite everything, the guest's first instinct is to aid Laurence, and to rush to the dying man's side. Stopping short, though, this silent witness never touches Laurence, merely stands immobile for several minutes watching death take over. At last, the observer turns toward the door, then, with hand on the knob, stops. Something must be done. The guest turns back and pockets two of the four used glasses, rummages through Laurence's bedroom for a moment to find a few things, then arranges them in the living room to set the scene before leaving.