In Memoriam

[Closeup on Preston lying on his back, out cold.]

[The panel borders are fuzzy as a flashback occurs. Looking outward from Preston’s eye, a yellow light fills the sky.

[Preston lifts his hand to block out the bright light, revealing a golden shackle on his wrist. Two people can be seen arguing in the background, their faces obscured. ]

[In present time, Preston recoils heavily – placing his hands over his eyes and kicking upward into the air – almost as if his body is reacting to falling a great distance]