Joyce and Walky!

I am generally known for being the biggest dick possible to many of my characters, but I am going to go out on a limb and say “dropping the dead bodies of Sal’s adoptive parents — the deaths for which she feels personally responsible — onto her brother’s girlfriend and her new surrogate father, forcing her to choose who to save” is proooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooobably at the top of the list, just maybe.  I am a disturbed person.

There’s a lot of disembodied voices here, the kind I would usually tag with who they belong to, but generally that’s the kind of thing we can infer.  But we can’t here, and I’m holding a squiggly baby, and so you can just decide for yourselves who’s saying these things, I guess.  Except eyedropping the skincolor tells me those are likely Mike’s hands in panel two.  And, um, “what the bloody Hell happened” is … it’s Jason, obviously it’s Jason.  But the rest!  Who knows.

So yeah, here I am on September 6, 2001, throwing corpses on people from great heights.