Focus on the other female. Around the same age as Hope. Cassandra Judge. She doesn’t look happy.
Hope smiles joylessly.
Focus on the trio standing around the grave. There are mounds of dirt surrounding them. Their coats are filthy. We can’t see inside the hole in the ground. But they’re looking down at the contents of the grave, awestruck.
Birdseye shot, looking down at the grave. There is no body. Rather, the thirteen artifacts are stocked together, untouched for years.
Tight on Hope, her eyes now opened. The emotion of the moment has passed.