Panel 1: Rose appears to be imagining herself as a Victorian invalid languishing on a chaise longue.
Narration Box: The injuries had come at the worst possible time.
Panel 2: Victorian Rose gazes moodily out the window at the falling snow.
Narration Box:
Here I was with a mystery to solve, a police chief to avoid, and a
clockwork army to destroy, and I was practically immobilised.
Panel 3: Victorian Rose exhibits the body language of intense frustration.
Narration Box: The worst of it was the waiting. I knew it would pass, but in the meantime, I simply had nothing to do.
Panel 4: Rose
is on her own couch, cuddled in a blanket. Her left arm is in a cast.
Iz, a book tucked under his arm, is gazing down at her.
Iz: Can whatever elaborate fantasy you're living at the moment accommodate homework?
Rose: Unfortunately, yes.
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