1 - Chris stands on top of the apartment building - a brownstone maybe 5 or 6 stories high - looking down at the street below. She smokes on another cigarette. She wears the same warm clothing to protect her against the night's chill.
2 - Chris coughs into her free hand, a look of pain on her face.
CHRIS: hargk! hargk!
3 - On Chris' hand, which is now covered in some blood / phlegm combo.
ROBERT (off-panel): Knock, knock.
4 - Robert comes out of the doorway, bandaged up after his earlier injuries. Chris looks back, taking out a handkerchief to wipe off her hand.
CHRIS: All bandaged up, I see.
ROBERT: Those things'll kill you, you know.
5 - Chris looks back off the rooftop, down towards the street below.
CHRIS: The world we're living in...
6 - Street level. The transformed Evelyn stands on the street, looking up.
CHRIS (off-panel): ...They'll have to get in line.
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