Originally published in April 2010.
Transcript
Panel 1
Sister: Moon!
Sergeant: That’s right.
Panel 2
Sergeant:
And like a dying lady, lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapp’d in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The moon arose up in the murky East,
A white and shapeless mass.
Panel 3
Sister: Funny.