He got the car started somehow. He got his car started! How come his car just started like that? All by itself. He wasn't anywhere near it. It started all by itself. Don approaches the group: He stops a few feet away to look toward Goodman's car and then back toward the group. And he never did come out to look at that thing that flew overhead. He wasn't even interested. He turns to the faces in the group. Why? Why didn't he come out with the rest of us to look? He was always an oddball. Him and his whole family. What do you say we ask him? The group suddenly starts toward the house. Wait a minute...wait a minute! Let's not be a mob! The people seem to pause for a moment. Then, much more quietly and slowly, they start to walk across the street. Goodman stands there alone, facing the people.