Pan 1: a mid-20s African-American male wearing baggy blue jeans and a white hooded sweatshirt is sitting on the right-side on a wooden bench in the park.
Thought box: I miss running
Pan 2: A young attractive blond woman in tight red short-shorts and a red sports bra runs by the man on the bench.
Thought box: It was always the one thing I looked forward to in the mornings.
Pan 3: we leave the man on the bench to follow the runner who passes by an fat old woman pushing a double stroller
Thought box: It's when I got to relax and think about my life.
Pan 4: the woman continues running through the park
Thought box: My mother had told me "Don't you trust him Casey! He'll bring you nothin' but pain!"
Pan 5: Casey runs past a golden retriever
Thought box: She never liked David to begin with, said I was too good for a rat like him.
Pan 6: Casey is taking a drink from a water fountain
Thought box: when we're teenagers we never listen to our parents. We always just assume they don't know what the hell they're talking about.
Pan 7: Casey is stretching her quads.
Thought box: So of course I thought my mom was just spitting things out of her ass again.
Pan 8: Casey continues to run again
Thought box: I was wrong
Page 20: full page spread of Casey on a hospital bed giving birth her face is in agony.
Pan 1: Casey continues running in the park.
Thought box: The last time I ever saw David was the day I told him about Sarah.
Pan 2: Casey approaches the park bench from the first page, the man is still sitting there.
Thought box: He told me, swore to me, that he would be there for the child. That night he packed his stuff and was gone for good.
Pan 3: Casey sits down on the left side of the bench.
Thought box: Thankfully my mother was understanding and agreed to raise Sarah until I was capable of doing so myself.
Pan 4: Casey stretches her head and arms backwards.
Thought box: Life was very stressful for me after David left. There I was, 18 years-old, no job, still living in my mother's house, and already a parent.
Pan 5: Casey is staring to the left while the man on the right checks her out
Thought box: Some days were excruciatingly painful for me. One night I was rushed to the hospital after cutting my radial artery. I couldn't take it anymore. I needed a way out. A way to relieve myself of stress.
Pan 6: Casey turns her head to the right and the man quickly looks to the right pretending he wasn't just gawking at her.
Thought box: a friend of mine suggested that I run, so I did.
Pan 7: Casey stands up
Thought box: I've been running every morning for six years now
Pan 8: Casey jogs away from the bench
Thought box: I miss running.
Page 22: full page spread of Casey's decapitated head. Behind it in silhouette an alien can be seen.
Cap 1: Ours No More
Cap 2: Part 3
Cap 3: Morning Pains
Cap 4: To Be Continued...