|Saturday, March 24, 2007|
|Panel 1: In
the large title panel of this colour comic, Casey, holding a cup,
glances towards Marie, who is sitting lost in thought, her chin resting
on her fist. She is thinking out a poem, which reads: "thoughts of
summer caught in / the smoke-fed ice within ["within" is crossed out]
/ through glimpses of home -- maybe / something with the crows...?
-- the / ones we saw last week when we went / West of Bathurst and
Barbara said." In a second smaller thought bubble are the words, within
parentheses, "(by Kari Maaren)."|
Panel 2: Casey and Marie are sitting on a couch in the Davies Junior Common Room.
Casey: You all right?
Marie: What? Yes, fine. I was having an idea for a poem. Funny...that hasn't happened in a while.
Casey [starts to get up]: I'll go--
Marie: No, stay. You...I don't know. I get more ideas when you're around.
Casey: You do?
Marie: It...I can't articulate it. There's something about you that seems to make things more...possible than usual. Somehow. I don't know!
Panel 5: Casey's cell phone, which is in his pocket, rings.
Marie: Sorry. Look, it's really hard to explain. I'm not even sure...exactly...
Panel 6: Casey speaks into his phone.
Casey: Hello? Hi, Mom...you did? I told you to leave the tentacles alone. Well, then it's your own fault. Tell Nico it's something to do with space-time. Yeah, the whole tear-in-the-fabric thing.
Panel 7: Casey gets up and, still talking, begins to walk away.
Marie [stares at him]: Okay, maybe it's not so hard to explain...
Casey: Pitchforks! Pay attention to the pitchforks! No, not the lake of everlasting flame...geez!
Alt-Text: What *are* he and his mom talking about...?