Gun emplacements fall apart. The cliff edges towards them. The child responds with a startled pleasure yelp. A drill bit cuts through steel. She rubs her nose against the child's nose.
Some moisture is transferred.
I see it glisten as they pull back from each other. All the colours of the rainbow, says the woman. A glittering sphere swings with other reflected spheres below it, doubling on the glittering surface of the wet floors, reflecting against a wall. The spheres and their reflections merge. Day's lights come on.