I think this is one of my finest pages. The layouts, the characterization, and to me some iconic imagery. I really attached myself to Jane at this point, in the way I attached myself to all the main cast.
On my trip to Denmark when I was drawing this, I was in the middle of a manic period. I was traveling alone and teaching at a school whose philosophy meant something to me. I was directly engaged with the students and faculty on a daily basis, in ways schools generally lack the resources to allow. The possibilities of art and life were opening up everywhere I looked. Denmark was cold and my life after-hours was pretty non-existent - I was in the studio alongside the students most nights, just like in my college days, plugging away at comics. The work itself sustained me.
After the class wrapped I went to France briefly to visit my aunt, and there the depressive crash happened. My personal life was a mirage. I was rightfully despised by all. Dying could never make up for my lack of worth - I needed to have never existed. I spent hours crying in despair, attempting to scan a single comic page on a broken laptop, while my aunt puzzled over my hysterical paranoia.
I came home from the trip knowing my friends, loved ones and acquaintances simply don't have time to hate me in such a coordinated way, that it's selfish to imagine they would. I knew I needed to let go of this fear even when there might be truth to it, that the worst case isn't even that bad, that there are more important things than being broadly visible and liked. With age I've seen how foolish a goal that would've been, anyway. Becoming less visible has not only been healthy - it's been inevitable - and there's joy in acceptance.