You can see why I went with the hero who was a little more photogenic.

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Panel 1 (wide + tall):
Standing in the doorway, goggled, gloved, headphoned, wielding a cricket bat and festooned with a dust jacket and complex equipment measuring a green squiggling line, stands Nancy’s predecessor, Terry Morrison.

TERRY: ‘tis I!

TERRY: Terry Morrison!

TERRY: Fearless Defender of Relativity against the Malign Forces of Randomness!

TERRY: I know all about your dealings with the Henry Jackson Society, in league with the Norman Yoke to reverse Magna Carta and usher in a thousand years of serfdom!

TERRY: Well you have another thing coming if you think I’ll let you rewrite reality to suit your petty whims, interloper!

Panel 2:
Nancy has her hands raised and is attempting to negotiate.

NANCY: Okay, mea culpa, I was rewriting reality to suit my petty whims.

NANCY: But I’m Anglo-Saxon on both sides and the Henry Jackson Society can kiss my ass.

Panel 3:
Same view. Nancy is conked violently on the head with a cricket bat.

NANCY: So in a way we’re on the same si-!