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PAGE TWENTY-SEVEN

PANEL ONE: BAXTER drives. His song is on the radio. “RIDE RIDE, RIDE ON DOWN THE HIGHWAY, YEAH--” He is whistling (the whistling continues throughout the next panels) CARTER looks tense.

CARTER narrates:
I didn’t care what bullshit Baxter was saying. I had a ride out of town and I was taking it.

PANEL TWO: FOG begins to rise around BAXTER’s truck.

NARR:
I didn’t notice the fog right away, but I supposed maybe there was a pond or something down the street, and mist was rising from it-

PANEL THREE: CLOSE-UP on CARTER looking out the window at nothing but fog.

NARR:
-and then I couldn’t see anything-

PANEL FOUR: We’re close up on CARTER so we can’t tell if he’s still in the truck, or even if he’s sitting, or what. The fog is everywhere.

NARR:
And then, suddenly I couldn’t hear Baxter whistling any more.”

PANEL FIVE: Zoom out. CARTER is lost in fog. Maybe he’s still sitting in the truck, we can’t tell, fog swirls and obscures.

CARTER:
Baxter?

CARTER2:
BAXTER?!?

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Posted on May 13, 2025 by twogargs

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