Strip 472 -- First Seen: 2010-06-29
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The Transcript For This Page

Panel 1
Back to Robyn's story. She's just been mugged, trying to stand up while still dizzy, leaning against a wall.

Caption (Robyn): 'I don't know how long I was out but when I came to all I had left were the clothes I was wearing – my money, my T-comm, everything else was gone.'

Panel 2
Robyn wanders into the main part of town. She looks slightly disheveled, and quite wary now. Some of the passers-by glance at her but otherwise leave her be.

Caption (Robyn): 'I never felt so lost.

Caption: 'I wandered around the town for hours, not knowing what to do.'

Panel 3
Robyn stands forlornly outside the King's Court & Karaoke Church. Standing in the open hatchway and facing her is Guy Caillard, who is holding his hands out palms forward in an 'is there anything I can do?' gesture.
Caption (Robyn): 'I found Reggie King's place but some French guy I saw there said he was away on business. I didn't know who to turn to.'

Panel 4
Robyn is huddled up in a small alcove in a corridor. She has one of those haunted looks you see in those photos of starving African children.
Caption (Robyn): 'I found a hiding place to sleep for the night, and I was able to sneak into the Hilliott a few times for water and bathroom needs, but I had no way to get food, and I was beginning to starve.'