Panel 1: The three adult Nyans- faces still in shadow- face each other and start to whisper. "Oh... that was Senior's little girl. She's in a hurry!" says the first. Another adds, "She's a weird one..."

Panel 2: The green Nyan, clutching her radio and looking troubled, runs off the yellow-brick plaza into some grass. Off-panel, the adults are still talking amongst themselves. "I know! There are "extra-planar" looking nyans, and there there is just plain bizarre!" Another replies, "Is she sick?"

Panel 3: The green Nyan climbs up a grassy hill with a few bushes, toward a metal structure wrapped in red wire. The yellow-brick plaza and some stalls can be seen in the distance at the bottom of the hill, silhouetted and full of a crowd of vague Nyan shapes. The blue sky is growing grey and darker.