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Layout — 4 panels
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The brothers fall out of the tunnel and into a black room. Concrete floor. They land hard — Jesse on his side, the new green guitar across his chest; Dev on hands and knees, sticks bouncing away across the floor. There is no light. Just the faintest amber glow from somewhere far above — an emergency exit sign, maybe.
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Jesse, breathing hard, sitting up. The new green guitar still strapped on. Pickups faintly glowing green — the only light in the panel besides the distant amber.
- JESSE…Dev.
- DEVI'm here.
- JESSEWhere are we.
- DEVI don't know.
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Their eyes adjusting. The reader sees — slowly — that they are in a vast space. The faint shapes of catwalks high above. Steel girders. Stacked pallets. A few crates near the walls. A warehouse. A cold warehouse.
No copy.
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Dev, finding his feet, picking up his sticks.
- DEVThis isn't the garage.
- JESSENo.
- DEVThis isn't Vegas.
- JESSE…I don't know.
- JESSEIt might be Vegas.
- JESSEIt just isn't home.