Panel 1: Roswell is crouched under the crackled window of the shack, where Nightlight is peeking out and trying to climb onto the window sill. Roswell asks, "Are the Rangers gone, Nightlight?"

Panel 2: Roswell creeps past the window. "Good. I won't let them stop the message," Roswell says. "The Azurians will find any reason to shut me down..."

Panel 3: Roswell grabs hold of a microphone, audio equipment on the basic desk. "I'm back, listeners." She says with gritted teeth. "Once again, the Azurian Authorities are trying to stifle dissent, and obscure the truth about our existence." She continues to ramble, a large text balloon that gets cut off the side of the page. 

"Never forget that their 'paradise' comes at-- of our own ability create our own lives, our own-- It comes at the cost of the power of extre-- magic. We were free once, we were power-- when we worked with The Others. The Azur-- up-rooted their connection and all of Nyars--"