PANEL 1
ALICE: YOU’RE RIGHT, CAZ. THERE’S NO MUSIC ANY MORE, IS THERE?
ALICE: WE LOST IT IN MANCHESTER AFTER THE LAST NICKED PACK OF EVER READIES DIED. NO MORE CD PLAYERS, NO MORE IPODS.

PANEL 2
CAZ: COME ON, LET’S FIND SOME LUNCH.
CAZ: IT’S ONE OF THOSE THINGS WE NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT BEFORE. MUSIC NEEDS ELECTRICITY.

PANEL 3
ALICE: UNLESS YOU LIKE FOLK. SOME TWAT WITH HIS FINGER IN HIS EAR—
CAZ:—AND A PEWTER TANKARD ON HIS BELT—
ALICE:—AYE, THAT’S IT, AND SINGING ABOUT FOOKING RABBITS OR SUMMAT.

PANEL 4
CAZ: DO YOU REMEMBER BASS, THOUGH?
CAZ: DO YOU REMEMBER JUST LEANING UP AGAINST A BIG BASS BIN AND FEELING IT RATTLE EVERYTHING IN YOUR BODY?
CAZ: I WANT THAT BACK.