Narration(Xander): The light gets whiter every year.
Narration(Xander): Any hope I had of her feeling the hours tick by as I do...
Narration(Xander): I think that's what they call the sleep of the just.
Narration(Xander): Rhelan is already fifteen minutes late for work.
Narration(Xander): Which is not accidental.
Phil the Guard: Should I send for a mechanic?
Grant: Won't go into gear.
Phil: Shouldn't we ask...?
Grant: I outrank everyone on this island. How about you fix it, while I clean my gun.
Phil: Ok.
That's exactly 2 years of comic strips. Zap! That's like 600 pages in page format. (ouch!)
Oh and don't my landscape pictures look nice framed on Xander's walls? (also the previous 2 comics had the pics brazenly showcased) Lookin' so sharp in those gold frames with picture lights and stuff. Now I want to do that for real.
Characters: Xander, Kore, Grant, Phil the Gateguard
