Panel 1: Rose's
imagination is at it again. She seems to be some sort of genius police
chief, detective, or consultant, while Iz, Josh, and Tim are uniformed
police officers. Rose holds a steaming cup of coffee as she paces about
the police station.
Rose:
So far, gentlemen, we have a mysterious panhandler who looks like my
aunt and despises Mr. Keolanui, a cryptic note directing me to a room I
can't enter, and an apparently magical white cane.
Panel 2:
Tim: Aren't all those things unconnec--
Rose: Nothing is unconnected!
Panel 3:
Rose: There are no coincidences! None! That's basic!
Tim: It's not so much a coincidence as it is a small collection of completely random--
Panel 4: Back in the real world, the four of them are standing in a park.
Rose: I am surrounded by idiots!
Josh: Does she do this a lot?
Iz: I think she's either a police chief or a private eye this time.
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