Panel 1: Roswell's fist punches through the planks.

Panel 2: Roswell peeks her head through the hole she has created. She calls, "Senior?"

Panel 3: Roswell looks a little closer in the room, covered in moss, vines and mushrooms. There is a rustle from the far corner, and Roswell asks again- "Senior?!"

Panel 4: A bedraggled Nightlight peeks out from the foliage- his lights faded. "Chuuu?" Nightlight squeaks.

Panel 5: Roswell smiles, reaching down to pet Nightlight as he comes bounding forward toward her. "Nightlight! You got old!"