|Book 2: Angleworm||Page 39: Good Luck, Mr. Zane||
The background is white.
- Panel 1
A close-up of the upper half of Zane's head. He has an anxious expression in his eyes and his eyebrows are drawn. He says "All right, *dreams*. I don't like you and you don't like *me*. But tonight, I *need* you." The background of the room he's in is done in cool, subdued teal blues. Part of a mirror is visible in the background.
- Panel 2.
Zane looks determined as he pulls the front of his striped blue and white pajamas over his undershirt, saying "I'm not going to like what you have to show me. But you're a tool for me to use. To *learn* from. The long tables with antiques on them are in the background, and in the foreground we see a rope with tin cans and glass bottles tied to it, hanging like a barrier. Mercy is flying behind Zane, following him.
- Panel 3.
In his bedroom, Zane holds his dream diary up in front of him with both hands, still looking determined. He says "Every nightmare brings me a step closer to understanding my *problem*. My journal's going next to the bed. The *second* I wake up, I'm jotting *everything* down." On a table behind him are a couple of glasses, and the cabinets on the wall next to his bed are all closed. Mercy hovers near him, watching.
- Panel 4.
Zane looks back at Mercy, who is clinging to his back, and his expression softens. He says, "Are you ready to catch some Z's, Mercy? Ha ha. With our bad luck I'll only have *nice* dreams from now on. Mercy makes an "eee" sound.
- Panel 5.
Zane, lying in bed with the covers pulled over him, looks up at Mercy, who is nestled at the top of his pillow. He is holding a frying pan in one hand. He says "Well... Here's to *good luck*."
- Panel 6.
Zane, still clutching the frying pan, closes his eyes, a slight smile on his face. Mercy sleeps at his head. The scene is still colored in cool hues of blue and teal.
- Panel 7.
Zane wakes up, his eyes blank and surprised and a slight frown on his face. The blue wall behind him has turned white, and snow and gusts of air are blowing all over, lightening the colors of his skin, his pajamas and his blanket. He is still in his bed covered with a blanket, but Mercy is gone, and his frying pan is gone.
- Panel 8.
Zane sits up in bed and looks out in the distance. There is a winding path towards the horizon created by three thin streams of blood. The bright red stands out brilliantly on the white snow. In the distance are white silhouettes of white pine trees and a light blue sky dotted with snow.
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