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I REGRET HOW OFTEN I BROUGHT UP THE LIBRARY INCIDENT IN THE WEEKS AFTER IT HAPPENED. BUT I COULDN'T LET IT GO, NO MATTER WHAT DEE SAID.
(A sequence of panels from various times before and after the previous pages' scene.)
(Emily is in school uniform at the bus stop; prior to the end of the school year.)
Emily:
So, that thing yesterday. Do you have any more ideas on what it was about?
Dee: I thought I asked you to not bring it up.
(Emily is in casual clothes, somewhere with Dee; not specific where or when; there is a vending machine in the background.)
Emily:
Are you sure you don't know who that person was? When will you meet them properly?
Dee: I don't know, stop asking me!
(Emily and Dee are making a sand castle at the beach on her family's holiday.)
Emily:
Will I still be around when it happens, do you think?
Dee: ...
(A different day at the beach; Emily is lying on the sand reading. Dee is standing next to her.)
Emily:
So you really don't think you can do anything to stop that thing?
Dee: What? Oh would you shut up about that!
(In the car on the way home from the holiday; Emily is sitting in the seat in the boot, surrounded by luggage; Dee is leaning his head on his arms on the luggage, the rest of his body submerged, looking happy.)
Dee: I love your family holidays. I hope they can just... keep happening.
Emily (using her ipod): Yeah. Sucks something terrible is going to happen to you instead.
Dee (no longer looking happy): What the hell is wrong with you!?
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Alt text: he asked one thing of you...