Chapter 8 – Page 081
Dweller in yon dungeon dark,
Hangman of creation, mark!
Who in widow-weeds appears,
Laden with unhonoured years,
Noosing with care a bursting purse,
Baited with many a deadly curse?
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Panel 1:
Si lies still, in the middle of a dark, damp, fully-intact Buchanan Street, staring ahead, dumbfounded, broken and trembling. She cannot comprehend what she just saw.
Panel 2:
Same view. Si glances down, slowly absorbing what she just witnessed.
Panel 3:
The goggles lie at Si’s knees, one goggle broken and chipped, growing damp in the light drizzle.
Panel 4:
Same view. Si, slowly, reaches for the goggles.
TANNOY: This is a security announcement.
Panel 5:
Same view. Si picks up the goggles and brings them towards her. From off-frame, a pair of high heels approach.
TANNOY: A Quantum Emergency has been declared in Glasgow Merchant City.
Panel 6:
Same view. Si cradles the goggles. The high heels halt.
TANNOY: Operation Pandora has assumed control of the affected area.
Si lies still, in the middle of a dark, damp, fully-intact Buchanan Street, staring ahead, dumbfounded, broken and trembling. She cannot comprehend what she just saw.
Panel 2:
Same view. Si glances down, slowly absorbing what she just witnessed.
Panel 3:
The goggles lie at Si’s knees, one goggle broken and chipped, growing damp in the light drizzle.
Panel 4:
Same view. Si, slowly, reaches for the goggles.
TANNOY: This is a security announcement.
Panel 5:
Same view. Si picks up the goggles and brings them towards her. From off-frame, a pair of high heels approach.
TANNOY: A Quantum Emergency has been declared in Glasgow Merchant City.
Panel 6:
Same view. Si cradles the goggles. The high heels halt.
TANNOY: Operation Pandora has assumed control of the affected area.