Panel 1: We
are back inside Rose's imagination, in a scenario we last saw in 2014:
Rose is a Victorian lady languishing on a chaise longue.
Caption: Once again, I was confined to my fainting couch by injuries.
Panel 2: Old-timey Rose gazes longingly out the window.
Caption: Why did this keep happening to me? Why, this time, was I being kept prisoner in my own home?
Panel 3: Old-timey Rose buries her head in her knees.
Caption:
If only I could walk, I would sally forth and defeat Lord Fauntlejohn's
clockwork soldiers single-handedly. I cursed my dreary fate.
Panel 4: In the real world, Rose is sitting on her bed. Alex stands beside her.
Alex: Bored?
Rose: In a way, but I think I...may also be...writing a novel.
Alt-Text: Many novels are caused by boredom.
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