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Panel 1: Arron Kepler, about to sit down in a chair built for someone half again his height. His head looks surprisingly normal. While most of his body is still a bit out of shape, he's at least been doing some neck exercises in the gym.

Arron: He enrolled in a school. Here. In Malsa? With his real name? Our best agents were beginning to suspect he was dead.

Panel 2: Kalisto Summers, also in much better shape, also having worked out most on her neck muscles. She's looking standoffish.

Kally: Are we rulling out insanity?

This is him we are talking about after all.

Panel 3: Arron Kepler, in the chair. It seems to have shrunk a bit, but it's still throne-like big for him. He's holding his left hand above the desk, almost as if to say, "I have a hand that I could grip things with. If only I had a thing to grip."

Arron: He's not insane; not like that. You should know better than anyone he's clever as they come.

We need to figure out why - I doubt he enrolled out of scholastic enthusiasm.

Panel 4: Kalisto Summers, looking so annoyed there's a little HMPH. scrawled in the air beside her.

Panel 5: Arron Kepler's face; he might possibly have started sinking into the chair.

Arron: I'll see if we can get him extradited to us...

But I doubt he appeared like this carelessly.