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PANEL @16
At "26th century," Mandy goes open-mouthed.
G.S. now turns his attention to Rob.
G.S.: But how stupid of me. I transported you here so we could talk. But you two belong back in your own century.
PANEL @17
A somewhat-long shot, viewing them from a higher vantage, with the G.S. and Rob closer to us than Mandy.
G.S., who now holds his pen and notebook with one hand�he's done� and Rob are in the foreground. Mandy has wandered a few yards away from them, literally scratching her head, looking at her environs in a new way. These environs are nondescript alcoves and halls of the 26th century�the 20th-century library is gone. A little further in the distance, the nondescript space opens out. Though we can't see much, that distant area seems to be larger, more illuminated.
G.S. turns away, prior to sauntering off. But at this moment he's casually extending the Time-box (clearly the same gadget we saw him use earlier) to a flummoxed Rob.
G.S.: Here, use that. It'll get you home.
PANEL @18
We can see the Time-Box fairly close-up in Rob's outstretched hand. The G.S. in background has moved off; is about 20 feet away.
ROB: (offstage talk balloon, as we can't see his head) But mister, how do I�
PANEL @19
Closeup of Rob's astonished face as G.S.'s offstage voice drifts in.
G.S.: (offstage talk balloon) Use a Time-Box?! But you know how. You invented it!
PANEL @20
In foreground, Mandy is sitting in profile in some sort of large atrium
balcony, about 30 x 80 feet, bathed in external light. She looks smaller, stunned and numb, gazing out at some unseen bright landscape. The balcony faces some curious, vast space that's both indoors and outdoors.
In the background, Rob is jogging toward us, having just spotted her.
ROB: There you are! Mandy, that weird-o guy left! He gave me his gadget. But where is this place, what's going on. Tell me, Mandy�