Golden Gate Comic Con, Chapter 7: Pages 11-12

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PANEL 1: Cut to a shot of the seller at the booth, a short elderly woman named Paige wearing a 12th Doctor T-shirt (modeled after the end of his opening theme graphics with his famous eyebrows in the foreground and the TARDIS in the background) and rainbow suspenders; a large assortment of other Sonic Screwdrivers laid out on the tabletop as she speaks. You can see in the background, on a leather posterboard, the name of her business- "Platernaster Gang Accessories."

SELLER [to Adam]: That'd be 2700 Patties...

PANEL 2-3: A two-part set of panels that moves back to Adam in the same setting as the last panel of the previous page, although with a slightly wider layout overall once both panels are taken into account; each one taking place in the same frame of time. In Panel 2, it's Adam reacting with a slightly disappointed but ultimately calm demeanor on his face. In Panel 3, however, his spirit self is seen down on his knees in agonizing misery.

ADAM [thought bubble, Panel 2]: So pretty and...so expensive! Want to buy it...so much! But also would like to eat and/or sleeping in another nice place one day. Even with my slightly improved financial situation, the rents here are still probably as absurdly high as they were in 2018... SPIRIT ADAM [screaming, Panel 3]: CURSE YOU, ANNOYING CONCEPT OF ADULTHOOD!!

PANEL 4: We move to a slight close-up on Mr. de Connick's face and upper torso after a short time of thought. At this point, you can see the inkling of an idea come into his head to hopefully come out on the good end of the deal.

ADAM [negotiating]: Do you have layaway? Is it possible that I can do that here, preferably until sometime around Christmas--?

PANEL 5: Cut to a shot of the seller in the same setting and layout as Panel 1. She jumps onto the end of his thought, already against any type of thought the young man would throw his way. You can see her leaning forward slightly in front of the counter, placing her right hand on the table as she speaks.

SELLER [interjecting]: Only if you can spare a kidney, and a quart or two of blood.

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PANEL 1: We move back to a shot of Adam cautiously looking over both at the seller and the Sonic still in hand. You can see the deep thought and unease in his eyes, trying to choose what to do next.

ADAM: Hmmmm.... ADAM [thought bubble]: I'd be more tempted, if needles didn't freak me out...or the sight of blood. ADAM [to the Seller]: No, thank you.

PANEL 2: Cut to an action shot a few moments later, walking away from the scene without the Screwdriver in hand; the booth visible in the upper left corner of the panel view as the seller deals with another person. Adam, meanwhile, is glancing over in the direction of some other place in his line of sight.

ADAM [thought bubble]: I'll try again next year, when I got a better idea of what my employment situation will be (hopefully)...and I have an idea what mechanical or cloned organ options they have out there.

PANEL 3-4: A two-part set of panels that moves to a side shot of the young man a short time later. In Panel 3, it seems normal enough; the rush of booths passing by from right to left both here and in Panel 4. Suddenly, in that aforementioned Panel 4, he's stopped by the sudden presence of an aroma coming from some area off-panel right.

ADAM [groaning, to himself; Panel 4]: Achghh, what the...?!

PANEL 5: Cut to a shot of the booth in question, located a handful of footsteps from where we left Mr. de Connick in the previous panel. It's for a business that sells perfumes and body washes inspired by legendary movies and TV shows like Indiana Jones and the Walking Dead as well as comic books like Hit-Girl and Kick Ass.

ADAM [thought bubble]: Not now--please!

PANEL 6: Back to a close-up of Adam's face a few seconds after recognizing what the source of the smell is. Compared to the last time we saw him in Panel 4, the level of anxiety and pain on his face has grown as the smell drifts through his brain.

ADAM [to himself]: Nope.Nopenopenopenopenope....gottafindsomewherelesschaoticallydamagingformybrain!...