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PANEL ONE: NAN gestures to DYLAN, to impress upon him that this is important.

NAN:
Yes. You saw her for what she was. That’s true Sight.

PANEL TWO: DYLAN looks at his hands as if expecting to see something magical.

DYLAN:
Oh. But everything still looks the same?

PANEL THREE: NAN leans in to speak to DYLAN directly.

NAN:
The Sight isn’t about seeing with only your eyes, Dylan, love. It’s about seeing with your heart as well. You saw that little girl and got her to speak her truth to you. That’s very powerful.

DYLAN:
Aw, thanks, Nan.

PANEL FOUR: NAN sits straight in her chair, hands on her thighs as if she’s just slapped them for emphasis.

NAN:
Dylan, honey. You’re a Witch.

DYLAN:
I thought you had to be older?

PANEL FIVE: NAN stands, taking her teacup with her.

NAN:
Nonsense. It’s for any boy or girl who has The Sight. And you, my boy, definitely have it.

DYLAN:
Well…good. I bet it’s fun to be a witch!