James Brighton Society, Chapter 8: Pages 7-8

Page 7, 6 Panels- Living Room area, Mona's House, Jeddah Saudi Arabia

Panel 1: Cut to a shot of Mona standing near the top of the staircase, gripping the edge of the rail with her left hand. She's dressed in the same outfit that we saw her in a few pages earlier. Her hair is mussied up and her face is sweaty from the heat of the chemicals. But she still has enough energy to flash a sarcastic smile in the immortal Irishman's direction as she moves down to greet him.

MONA [to Grem]: What fresh hell have you thrown my way, Gremlin?

Panel 2: We move to an action shot moments later at the end of the staircase, showing her and Grem hugging one another like old friends. You can see FATIMA looking on at the conversation in the background. You can also see what appears to be part of the front lobby and door to the right of the panel view.

GREM [patting Mona's shoulder, to Mona]: Nothing you aren't able to handle, Mo. MONA [with a grin, patting Grem's shoulder]: I know. Still doesn't answer the question...

Panel 3: Cut to a facial shot of Ms. Ahmaddi a few moments later, after the two of them have separated from their hug. Her smile shifts toward more of a curious glare, though still as courteous as before. You can see part of the ceiling and the staircase behind her in the background as she speaks.

MONA [Cont.]: What fresh hell have you thrown my way? Is it magic based or was it started by someone who you angered?

Panel 4-5: A two-part set of panels that moves back to Mr. Allen over the course of a few moments. In Panel 4, he chuckles lightly, hemming and hawing at the precise details of what he's going on at the moment as he speaks. Then, in Panel 5, he looks over to his left in the direction of the aroma that has attracted his attention.

GREM [light yet still serious, Panel 4]: A smattering of both. I'll tell you the details once I get... GREM [to Fatima, Panel 5]: Is that cinnamon tea on the kettle?

Panel 6: We move to a shot of Fatima who is seen standing a few inches from Mona, who is also in the shot to her left. She nods affirmatively at the statement and grins a very robotic grin in Grem's direction. Her left arm can be seen pointing in the direction of the kitchen which is off-panel at this point.

FATIMA [to Grem]: Yes, Gremlin. I find the smell therapeutic, even though I don't have the mechanical infrastructure to handle it. MONA [chiming in]: We were about to sit down to luncheon, if you happen to be hungry.

Page 8, 5 Panels- Living Room area/Dining Room, Mona's House, Jeddah Saudi Arabia

Panel 1: Cut back to Grem in a similar setting and layout to what we saw near the end of the previous page. He looks over in the android Fatima's direction, rubbing the base of his stomach and nods at the statement.

GREM [to Fatima]: I've been flying for eight hours with only raisins and week-old trail mix for food. At this point...

Panel 2: We move to a shot of the modest table a few minutes later. Grem is seated, with his coat folded over the chair, to the right of the table, and Mona to the left. Each of them eating plates of lightly cooked chicken and rice at that moment. You can see the fan above them in the top center of the panel view moving above them as they eat.

GREM [Cont., caption]: I'll take anything that resembles proper food. CAPTION: Minutes Later...

Panel 3: Cut to a facial level shot of Ms. Ahmaddi, looking up from her food toward the immortal Irishman. She has a business-like demeanor in her eyes as she speaks. You can see part of the kitchen behind her in the background.

MONA [unphazed]: The followers of Brighton have landed in the U.S. Can't say I'm that surprised!

Panel 4: We move back to the same type of facial level shot of Gremlin a moment later, chewing on a piece of meat as he speaks. He's dressed in his trademark white buttoned up shirt with sleeves that are rolled back to wrist level. You can see the top part of the shamrock vest that he's wearing.

GREM [through stuffed mouth]: Then either you or the metallic missus won't be surprised by the bastard in charge of the Society these days. Someone we've dealt with in the past- Sir Reginald Jones.

Panel 5: Cut back to Mona in the same type of setting and layout that we saw in Panel 3. She is visibly surprised by the announcement, along with partially scared at the prospect which denotes a familiarity with him in her own travels. In the background, you can see Fatima start to walk into view from the kitchen area with the same look of surprise as the human.

MONA: Sir Reginald Jones...by Allah! GREM [Off-Panel]: Aye. MONA [Bubble 2]: I had assumed he was dead, or very near death's door. GREM [Off-Panel, Bubble 2]: I did too, till a handful of days ago.