onze. [ video ]

[ The camera angle is wide enough to catch both Sheryl, standing on the porch next to a boy with a long ponytail, and Ranka, sitting by the shore, talking to a rather fabulous black man with an afro. It's sunset, and Ranka looks down, but she's speaking too quietly to be heard.

Sheryl and the boy are both watching her; he says something, and then, without warning, she kisses him. Ranka, having turned around at just the right moment, looks shocked; the boy freezes as Sheryl pulls away. Then she dances away a few steps more, bursting into giggles. ]

What? You said it yourself, didn't you? It's just a kiss! Don't make that serious face!

[ As she starts to run off the porch, laughing, Ranka walks off down the dock and says something to a bearded man with a substantial entourage; he grabs her hand and pumps it up and down.

A male voice, close by: ]

Hmm? Guess she took it, huh? --What do you mean the light's on, I didn't press-- ahh, must have hit record by accident.

[ Apparently this was being recorded by one of the film crew's cameras; some fumbling noises, and the feed ends ]