Old Scars, Chapter 1: Part 4.2

Page 21 Panel 1: A two-part set of panels that focuses on Miriam a handful of feet away from the table, talking indiscriminately on the comm. In the first part, there's a quiet tension as she awaits the important bit of news.

Panel 2: In the second part, her body language softens as she lets out a sigh of relief in terms of the respective news.

GREM

(Off-Panel) Pretty good sign, from the looks of it...!

Panel 3: We move back to Grem a short time later, having taken a sip of his beer between now and the previous panel. He lifts his bag up from the ground with his free hand in order to snag something.

GREM

(Cont.) While I wait, I can scribble some of the notes on the boomerang for future ref once I get back to D...

Panel 4: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. He's felled a split second later by a sudden light spell in his head that freezes him in place.

GREM

AGGH!

Panel 5: Walking in view of Mr. Allen's eyeline is a young maiden wearing a light blue dress; her dark golden hair flowing down past her shoulders. She notices the immortal Irishman only barely in passing with a simple nod.

MIRIAM

(faintly, Off-Panel) Gremlin...? Gremlin...

Panel 6: Cut to a shot of Miriam standing to the left of the panel view, letting out a slightly louder exclamation to her friend that finally breaks the frozen funk.

MIRIAM

GREMLIN!

GREM

(regaining his bearings) S--Sorry...you see the woman that just passed by?

MIRIAM

(Bubble 2) Are you talking about Margaret?

GREM

(Bubble 2) No. I know it--it definitely wasn't her.

Page 22

Panel 1: Slight close-up on Gremlin a beat later, straightening his posture out slightly compared to the end of the previous page.

GREM

(Cont. explanatory, pointing out) This girl was about a year or two younger than she was. She looked like a cross between Kay Francis and Maureen O'Sullivan. She was standing just over there--

Panel 2: We move to a shot of the dining area as we saw in Panel 5 of the previous page. The lone difference here is the fact that it's devoid of the mystery maiden, and considerably emptier.

GREM

(Off-Panel) Oh...

Panel 3: Mr. Allen glances over at her friend standing to the left of the panel view, seeking the answer to one big question.

GREM

(Cont.) Just outta curiosity- how long was I...iced out?

MIRIAM

About 75 minutes this time.

GREM

(Bubble 2) Shite! Did I ever closed my eyes during this time?

MIRIAM

(Bubble 2) You did not...

Panel 4: As Miriam continues on the rest of her thought, we see the immortal Irishman downing the rest of the beer glass.

MIRIAM

(Cont.) I think it may behoove you to rest till morning, especially given today's actions.

Panel 5: Same setting/layout as the previous panel. He finishes drinking a beat later, and places the now empty glass on the table top.

GREM

Agreed. Maybe we can better get a handle on this or the disappearing airship.

MIRIAM

(Off-Panel)

Maybe. You may have to get your own ride back to my quarters though.

GREM

(Bubble 2) Why's that?

Panel 6: Near the entrance, we see a pair of associates- one human, one tall & muscular looking mecha- enter the cafe in search of their compatriot.

Caption

(Cont., Grem)

"Ah, right...I'll box up the rest of the papadums."