Panel 1: Rose and Fathima have left Parker's Trust and are now standing on the street, looking bewildered.
Rose: Well, that was a thing that happened.
Fathima: I'm not convinced we didn't dream it.
Panel 2:
Rose: We set out to make Iz less mysterious, with the result that he's now twenty times as mysterious as he was this morning.
Panel 3: They gaze at each other in baffled silence.
Panel 4:
Rose: Maybe if we stand here staring at each other for long enough, it'll all start to make sense.
Fathima: Good plan.
Alt-Text: It's never good when your comatose best friend gains drastically in mysteriousness in the course of an afternoon.
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