| Page | 1 |
| Frame | 1 |
| Description | A hand plays a Dbm barre chord on an electric guitar neck |
| Sfx | Kwerwow.... Kerclunk, Kwerwow.... Kerclunk, Kwerwow.... Kerclunk |
| Frame | 2 |
| Description | A tempestuous fire |
| andy | #Where tempestuous infernal fires burn. You're ever the object of damning scorn |
| Frame | 3 |
| Description | A fierce portcullis |
| thursday | #No such place |
| stuart | #No such place |
| Frame | 4 |
| Description | Andy singing into a microphone with a very large open mouth |
| andy | #Bright shinning lights that no shadow can ignore. Ever polished brass ornaments on heavy doors |
| Frame | 5 |
| Description | A peaceful waterfall |
| thursday | #No such place |
| stuart | #No such place |
| Frame | 6 |
| Description | A bright red cylindrical postbox |
| andy | #Abnormal high post-box where we met. That crumbling wall which fell as we sat |
| Frame | 7 |
| Description | An guitar amp fizzes then goes quiet |
| thursday | #There's just me |
| stuart | #There's just me |
| andy | #And the memory of you |
