| Page | 1 |
| Frame | 1 |
| Description | box out of Jack from the next frame gaining consciousness rubbing his head |
| jack | Wow that must have been some night |
| Frame | 2 |
| Description | in a barren wasteland, a minute figure can be seen, boxed out in frame 1 |
| jack | I cant remember a single thing. In fact I cant place the first thing I can remember |
| Frame | 3 |
| Description | Jack is looking at the back of his hands to see if this is real |
| jack | Uhm, hairy hands, sweaty palms so this is real |
| Frame | 4 |
| Description | Jack approaches a man eating by a fire he has fashioned a crude spear |
| jack | Hi, I've been wandering for days, I'm starving any chance of a bite to eat? |
| hobo 1 | No wonder you're famished that spear's only good enough for pointing |
| Frame | 5 |
| Description | man gives Jack a lift in his horse and cart |
| jack | Where are we? |
| hobo 1 | Names don't mean much round here, I'll can take you to the nearest city |
| Frame | 6 |
| Description | Jack having been deposited looks at his jacket's label |
| jack | This is a fine hand made suit the tailor'll surely recognised it |
| Frame | 7 |
| Description | Arrival in a busy street |
| jack | So the ancient art of hitch hiking still lives. 7 days of conversations and is till don't remember much |
| Frame | 8 |
| Description | as Jack walks down the street he is grabbed by homeless person in a doorway |
| hobo 2 | Hey Jack |
