Page 1 – (5 Panels)
1.1: Exterior, twilight on an alien world, a Father dressed in tattered vestments holding the tiny hand of his eight year old Daughter. She wears a ragged dress and holds a brown blanket over one shoulder.
Daughter: Where are we, father?
Father: The Nexus of All Things.
1.2: The Father and Daughter walking along the edges of a tent city shanty town, a refugee camp turned bazaar. Vendors are selling all manner of other-worldly goods. The Daughter is looking slightly behind her, staring at the wares being hawked by some less than savory characters. The Father’s gaze remains set straight ahead.
Daughter: Are we here to purchase something?
Father: I guess you could say that.
1.3: The Father and Daughter walking in front of a golden monument, bizarre cupola topping the obelisk base. There are two helmeted sentries wearing green flowing robes stationed on each corner of the monument.
Father: The world has moved away from what I knew. There are too many out there, beyond, who would do us harm.
Father: You deserve so much more than this, and there’s only one way I can ensure that your potential isn’t squashed.
1.4: Father kneeling before his Daughter, hands on her shoulders.
Father: By leaving you here so that you may learn.
Daughter: But I don’t want to leave you! I don’t want to be alone!
Daughter: I love you, Daddy . . . why are you doing this?
1.5: Large panel of the alien cityscape of the Nexus of All Things. The Tent City is at ground level, expanding in all directions. Towering above are the golden buildings, sky-scrapers and government capitals, all connected by a network of almost art deco bridges. In the foreground, the sobbing Father gives his little girl one last hug.
Father: Because I believe in miracles.