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PAGE TWENTY-SEVEN

PANEL ONE: DYLAN’s CAR is parked in front of a quaint, small-town apothecary shop. The sign on the awning reads “Alchemy & Apothecary.”

NARR:
Mr. Duggan has known my family for years; when he found out I was making soaps, he had me bring some in to try; he’s been buying from me ever since. He says I’ve “got the knack for it.”

PANEL TWO: MR. DUGGAN, the proprietor, is pulling the labeled glass bottles out of the box. DYLAN is checking his notepad of inventory.

DUGGAN:
What’ve you got for me today, Dylan?

DYLAN:
I’ve got a dozen of the coffee scrub soaps, and four each of Lemony Love, Orange Zest, and Chamomile Comfort.

PANEL THREE: MR. DUGGAN points off-panel towards the back of the store with a smile. DYLAN grins back at him.

DUGGAN:
I’ll get your cheque from the office. I was just about to put the kettle on. Will you stay for tea?

DYLAN:
Never say no to a cuppa!

PANEL FOUR: DYLAN smiles, looking out the window as he waits for MR. DUGGAN to return.

PANEL FIVE: DYLAN hears a noise from behind him; his head turns to look.
SFX:
Thump!

PANEL SIX: DYLAN picks up a small box that apparently fell off the shelf it was on.

DYLAN:
How’d you fall down?