James Brighton Society, Chapter 2: Pages 21-22

Page 21, 5 Panels- Kitchen, Grem's Apartment, Downtown Washington D.C. Panel 1: 1/2-page size left-hand shot of Gremlin examining what appears to be a hooded robe in his right hand. His other hand pulling over a section of the piece of clothing closer to him in order to see a detail closer. In the background, you can see a little more of the cabinets along with the refrigerator. GREM [to himself, in great curiosity]: I thought the Society dried up a quarter-century ago, after the catastrophe in Mumbai. But like any species of cockroach...it's hard to kill. Panel 2: Action shot of the immortal inventor, focused now on a straight shot of his body, strolling away from the kitchen back toward the living room area, looking over the clothing with the careful attention of a scientist. You can see the rest of the decent sized kitchen in the background down to the stove area. GREM [thinking out loud]: They must have found a home here Stateside. It's a perfect place to hide and recruit amongst the anti-labor stuffshirts and segregation loving cavemen who populate a large amount of this country. Why they're here...is still up for debate. Panel 3-5: Same setting/layout for the next three panels as the previous panel. In Panel 3, he continues for another step, reaching the carpet with the same quizzical look on his face observing the robe. He then stops in Panel 4 upon smelling an aroma emanating from his body. In the next panel, we see him lift his left armpit up to take a deeper smell, discovering precisely what the source of it was. GREM [Cont., Panel 3]: I can try Tian over at D2T2, see if she's noticed any secret gathering of big dogs anywhere in town. There's also some of my fae contacts on the Hill, but I can do that after D2T2. GREM [on a different train of thought, Panel 5]: And most definitely after I hop my tight white arse into the shower. I stink like an elephant's droppings...or an Abath's morning breath. CAPTION [Off-Panel, Panel 5]: "I was born on a Dublin street where the royal drums did beat, And those loving English feet they tramped all over us, And each and every night when me father came home tight He'd invite the neighbors outside with this chorus:" Page 22, 5 Panels- Shower, Grem's Apartment, Downtown Washington D.C. Panel 1-3: A three-part set of panels that cuts back to Mr. Allen a handful of minutes later, naked and taking a hot shower. He's also singing "Come out Ye Black and Tans" for the first two panels as he applies the shampoo to his blonde locks in a state of pure serenity. You can see the glow of sunlight permeating from the window located just above his head. In Panel 3, his singing is stopped by a sudden message from the shower based comm placed underneath the shower head. GREM [singing full-voice, Panel 1]: Come out ye Black and Tans, come out and fight me like a man, Show your wife how you won medals down in Flanders, Tell them how the IRA made you run like hell away From the green and lovely lanes of Killashandra. GREM [Cont., Panel 2]: Come tell us how you slew them poor Arabs two by two, Like the Zulus they had spears and bows and arrows, How you bravely faced each one with your 16-pounder gun, And you frightened them poor natives to their marrow. GREM [Cont., Panel 3]: Come tell us how you-- DET. RANDOLPH [from the comm, Panel 3]: Excuse me, is this Grem Allen's apartment, the paranormal PI? Panel 4: Cut to a shot of the good Irishman from the perspective of the front of the comm looking on. He looks directly at it with a sense of curiosity as the droplets of water hit behind him on the back wall behind him. GREM [nods, speaking into the comm]: Aye, that's me. Caught me at a less than opportune time, if I'm honest. Ya mind telling me who's speaking to me this...day? DET. RANDOLPH [from the comm speaker]: I'm Detective Tasha Randolph, Metro PD. Panel 5: Cut to a shot from in front of our protagonist's door. She's dressed not in her usual police uniform, but rather in a long brown coat that is matty and wrinkled along with a pair of matching slacks. Her hair is shaggy and a little puffed out on both sides. Gripped in her right hand, you can see a torn piece of paper written in a foreign language in sight of the reader. DET. RANDOLPH [Cont.]: I need your...expertise on a case I'm working on. END OF CHAPTER TWO