Panel 1: Iz is in his bedroom, standing next to the door. He's talking to someone in the main apartment, probably his mom.
Iz: Can I come out yet?
Mom: Not yet.
Panel 2:
Mom: We've both had showers, put our clothes in the wash, and disinfected everything we've touched.
Iz: So it's safe, then.
Panel 3:
Mom: Maybe, but we also want to take our temperatures and wipe down all the surfaces two or three more times, just to be sure.
Panel 4:
Iz [thinks]: I really, really, really need to move out.
Dad: Hashtag paramediclife!
Mom: Just stop.
Alt-Text: Under the good points, that is a super-clean apartment.
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