Not many moments that change our point of view do so on the spot. They tend to take months or years to sink in, often past the point of usefulness in the period of life that inspired them. But in the moment they can still be vaguely remarkable, and that’s what I was going for with Hanna here. She kind of stumbles into an act of goodwill, sacrificing her own ends for nothing in return. Yet she sleeps easily and immediately, as if she’s submitted, just for a moment, to something bigger than herself.

Within the strip format, this was a chance to write a journey with no epilogue, no return to the old place, just a one-way street to oblivion. I relish these chances. And that’s it! We’re back to the main OP story tomorrow.