|Saturday on the next Sunday. With luck, the colour comic will be up late tomorrow, but no promises.|
|Saturday, February 1, 2014|
|Panel 1: Marie walks alone through the park, carrying Casey's violin.|
Marie [thinks]: Everything feels so unfinished.
Marie [thinks]: Is it always like this when you move on? Why can't there be some sort of rightness to all this? It feels as if I'm abandoning Rahim and Barbara. And Davies. And everything.
Panel 3: Casey comes up beside Marie.
Marie [thinks]: And then stuff like this happens, and damn it all anyway.
Casey: Hi there.
Alt-Text: ...oh dear.
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