Chapter 4 – Page 018
Now we’ve concluded our trans rights PSA, time to return to our regularly-scheduled myth arc nonsense.
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Panel 1:
Joan smiles weakly. Lewis titters.
JOAN: Y’know, for a copper, yer not half-bad.
LEWIS: Oh believe me, I’m the most fascist pig out there, you just caught me at a time when I really need to restock my karma points.
Panel 2:
Lewis turns serious for a second, cop senses reactivating.
LEWIS: Just one question, where’d you get the dresses and makeup? That’s teen girl stuff and I don’t see any teen girls around here besides you.
JOAN: I didn’t nick ‘em, if thass why yer asking. I found ‘em in the spare bedroom.
Panel 3:
Lewis looks out the door across the landing to the open door of the spare bedroom.
LEWIS: You get many teeny-boppers staying over? Cousins? Airbnb-ers?
JOAN: No…?
JOAN: ...actually, I dunno what they’s was doing in there.
Panel 4:
Back in the car, Lewis and Des return from opposite ends.
Panel 5:
Same view. Lewis sits in contemplative silence as Des goes over her notes.
Panel 6:
Lewis opens his mouth. Des wonders what he’s talking about.
LEWIS: You ever wonder if your whole personality is just a flimsy theatre adaptation put on by someone who can’t speak English and never read the script?
DES: What’s got you existential all of a sudden?
LEWIS: If I told you I’d have to kill you.
LEWIS: Simar’s imaginary friend has been leaving kid’s dresses in the spare bedroom, what did you find?
DES: Something more substantive than that, I’d say.
Joan smiles weakly. Lewis titters.
JOAN: Y’know, for a copper, yer not half-bad.
LEWIS: Oh believe me, I’m the most fascist pig out there, you just caught me at a time when I really need to restock my karma points.
Panel 2:
Lewis turns serious for a second, cop senses reactivating.
LEWIS: Just one question, where’d you get the dresses and makeup? That’s teen girl stuff and I don’t see any teen girls around here besides you.
JOAN: I didn’t nick ‘em, if thass why yer asking. I found ‘em in the spare bedroom.
Panel 3:
Lewis looks out the door across the landing to the open door of the spare bedroom.
LEWIS: You get many teeny-boppers staying over? Cousins? Airbnb-ers?
JOAN: No…?
JOAN: ...actually, I dunno what they’s was doing in there.
Panel 4:
Back in the car, Lewis and Des return from opposite ends.
Panel 5:
Same view. Lewis sits in contemplative silence as Des goes over her notes.
Panel 6:
Lewis opens his mouth. Des wonders what he’s talking about.
LEWIS: You ever wonder if your whole personality is just a flimsy theatre adaptation put on by someone who can’t speak English and never read the script?
DES: What’s got you existential all of a sudden?
LEWIS: If I told you I’d have to kill you.
LEWIS: Simar’s imaginary friend has been leaving kid’s dresses in the spare bedroom, what did you find?
DES: Something more substantive than that, I’d say.