Panel 1: Senior uses both forearms to cover his face. A magical, lighted shield appears over the arms- blocking the chunks of shattered wall from hitting him. There are faded swirls of light wrapping around his arms from under his long sleeves.

Panel 2: Senior reaches out with one arm, still covering his face with the other. He cries and calls out, "Roswell! Wait! Please, no!!"

Panel 3: Roswell is running into the street, sniffling and wiping her running nose with her arm. Senior, inside the hole in the house, has fallen on his knees, and says- "I shou--" however, his text balloon fades into total darkness through static, finishing the thought with the magenta words "...in progress."