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PANEL @21
Giant long shot of them as specks on that balcony, as they look out on an indoor-outdoor panorama of the 26th century, many miles across. Spaceships whizzing in through a roof hole (assuming there's a miles-wide roof), giant buildings, etc.
The words in Mandy's word balloon here are somber; she's not trying to be witty.
MANDY: Rob, we're not...in Kansas. Not anymore.
PANEL @22
View of them facing us from about 8 feet away, so we see their heads and shoulders as they stand side by side�a blank background behind them. They're having a lonely "Gulp" moment; no text is even necessary.
PANEL @23
About 5 minutes later. Rob seated, bent over a little, in sort-of-profile, trying to get in recovery mode.
ROB: A future century, eh? Well, so what if we're there. It looks *neat*. I'll bet we could�
PANEL @24
Mandy is standing. Shot of her tense profile as she answers Rob, who can be seen seated, as before, nearby in the background.
MANDY: Rob, we don't belong in the future. We have to get home *now* before something awful happens. Didn't that guy say his gadget would help us?