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[page 42]

	[a panel of fragmented black bubbles. writing at the top says "...? did dusty say something?"]
	[the fragments continue down the page a bit, opening up into a big, white puff of smoke. inside the smoke, messy writing reads "WHERE ARE YOU GOING?"]
	[lick shoots up, eyes wide open.
lick (in their thoughts): "what?"
dusty: "lick? lick, snap out of it."]
	[lick sits up, rubbing their eye with a paw.
lick: "uh... sorry. i'm... here."
dusty: "hey, welcome back fuzzface. look outside."]
	[looking through the windshield, tall, sheer mountains flank the train on either side.
lick: "whoa."
dusty: "yeah."
	[zoomed out from the train, chugging along in mid-air through the valley.
lick: "...how long have we been going?"
dusty: "at least a few hours."]
	[lick is shocked, ears back.
lick (thinking): "hours?"]
	[they squeeze their eyes shut, and then open them again. they stare blankly out the window.]
	[a view of the train's front wheel spinning busily, the sheer cliff faces a bit close for comfort.
lick: "um... can we steer the train at all?"]

[page 43]

[dusty replies dryly.
	dusty: "i dunno. trains don't really have turning controls because they're supposed to, y'know. be on a track."
	lick: "well..."]
[a panel showing the train floating over the craggy ground, demonstrating the lack of tracks.]
[lick seems thoughtful, paw held up to their chin.
	lick: "...what if *you're* supposed to turn the train?"]
[dusty scoffs.
	dusty: "that's silly. you think i can steer thousands of pounds of metal with, what? magic lamp powers?"
	lick: "your 'magic lamp powers' started this box. maybe if you just believed in yourself hard enough..."
	dusty: "alright, stop. now you're just being ridicu--"
[CRASH! the train suddenly veers into the rock face on the right, sparks flying.]
[a horrible SCRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR noise pierces the air as the train grinds against the cliff.
	lick: "what-- what just happened?!"]
[dusty is frantic.
	dusty: "i don't know! i just thought about turning and it--"]
[the train gently turns back toward the middle of the valley.
	dusty: "--okay. see? it's okay."]