But no miniature people were present. Not even a dog on the rug. Despite the 
fact that the tiny room called out for life, it was empty. The lack of human 
figures disappointed him. And yet, he realized, if little people were in the rooms, they wouldn’t work. The room was perfect because of
its stillness, a frozen moment, a tableau that could be real because all the 
objects portrayed would be still. People, thought Peter, are not still, 
and someone in the room would draw focus away from the detail of the rest, would 
break the illusion.