Chapter 7 – Page 031
Man, people were psychotically upset about bendy busses back in the day. It was the anti-ulez of its day, ‘cept somehow even sadder.
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Panel 1:
Si is hovering over Nancy in the present day, mulling over the scenario just presented.
SI: Y’dun’t reckon yer step-mum got worried trying ta call ya while yer phone woz smashed?
NANCY: Being in constant comms with everyone ever hadn’t been societally ingrained yet, I doubt it would’ve occurred to her to try.
NANCY: But…maybe she did? I don’t know, I wasn’t there.
SI: Cool, cool…
Panel 2:
Closer in. Si is smooshing Nancy’s cheeks as she drags the conversation back to the main topic.
SI: Now what didja do to Alice?!
NANCY: Nushin’ ye’, gimm’ m mumen’...
Panel 3 (wide):
Back to the past. Teen!Nancy and kid!Alice are at a bus stop in a stark deserted street. A long articulated bus opens its doors.
NANCY (box): ‘I don’t think she believed she’d fallen back in time at first. I mean, that’s a big thing to drop on anybody, and I was too pre-occupied with losing my parents a second time to really give that revelation the gravitas it deserved.’
NANCY (box): ‘She must’ve thought I was babbling nonsense. Looking back, it was the little things that must’ve chipped away her certainty that this was all a big mistake.’
ALICE: That bus has a bend in it.
NANCY: Don’t you start.
Panel 4:
Nancy, head unseen, approaches the non-plexiglass-cordoned bus driver and drops some coppers in the tray, stuffing a note in her pocket.
NANCY: Two for Mile End.
DRIVER: ‘xact change.
NANCY: Crying out loud…
Panel 5:
Same view. Nancy’s yanking a paper ticket out of the printer while Alice is standing just outside, eyes wide, as if she’d witnessed an alien abduction.
NANCY: C’mon, kid, let’s get you home!
NANCY: …least “home-ish.”
Si is hovering over Nancy in the present day, mulling over the scenario just presented.
SI: Y’dun’t reckon yer step-mum got worried trying ta call ya while yer phone woz smashed?
NANCY: Being in constant comms with everyone ever hadn’t been societally ingrained yet, I doubt it would’ve occurred to her to try.
NANCY: But…maybe she did? I don’t know, I wasn’t there.
SI: Cool, cool…
Panel 2:
Closer in. Si is smooshing Nancy’s cheeks as she drags the conversation back to the main topic.
SI: Now what didja do to Alice?!
NANCY: Nushin’ ye’, gimm’ m mumen’...
Panel 3 (wide):
Back to the past. Teen!Nancy and kid!Alice are at a bus stop in a stark deserted street. A long articulated bus opens its doors.
NANCY (box): ‘I don’t think she believed she’d fallen back in time at first. I mean, that’s a big thing to drop on anybody, and I was too pre-occupied with losing my parents a second time to really give that revelation the gravitas it deserved.’
NANCY (box): ‘She must’ve thought I was babbling nonsense. Looking back, it was the little things that must’ve chipped away her certainty that this was all a big mistake.’
ALICE: That bus has a bend in it.
NANCY: Don’t you start.
Panel 4:
Nancy, head unseen, approaches the non-plexiglass-cordoned bus driver and drops some coppers in the tray, stuffing a note in her pocket.
NANCY: Two for Mile End.
DRIVER: ‘xact change.
NANCY: Crying out loud…
Panel 5:
Same view. Nancy’s yanking a paper ticket out of the printer while Alice is standing just outside, eyes wide, as if she’d witnessed an alien abduction.
NANCY: C’mon, kid, let’s get you home!
NANCY: …least “home-ish.”