Page 1 – (6 Panels)
1.1: Interior, day, the opulent dining car of the Orient Express. Two young male Backpackers, early 20’s, sit facing each other, about to clink tea cups. They are dirty, weather beaten, their hair tangled and their clothes grimy and dusty. Both have large beards and sun burned faces. They have been on the road for quite some time, backpacking through Europe, and are now enjoying this respite.
Backpacker 1: I can’t believe we’re actually on the Orient Express!
Backpacker 2: Yeah. We may have spent half our backpacking money on the tickets, but it’s so worth it.
1.2: The entire dining car, all chandeliers and linen tablecloths. It is full of passengers in 1890’s finery, having stepped out of pictures of the past back onto the same train car they travelled in 125 years ago. The Backpackers are clearly out of place, and are looking around, tea cups still raised, not a sip taken. Approaching down the center aisle is the Tuxedo Man in black coat and tails, white gloved and immaculate.
Backpacker 2: Did it say anything about this being a “costume trip” of something?
Backpacker 1: No. I guess most people just get really into the vibe.
Backpacker 2: I feel a little out of place.
1.3: Exterior, the rushing Orient Express approaching a tunnel carved through a European mountain range, steam billowing from the smokestack that caps the engine.
Backpacker 1 (from inside the dining car): Who cares! Let’s just enjoy the experience.
1.4: The Tuxedo Man from Panel 1.2 standing before the Backpackers, who are staring at him in stunned silence. Backpacker 1’s jaw is dropping while Backpacker 2 looks incredulous.
Tuxedo Man: You don’t belong here.
1.5: All black panel representing the Orient Express going through the tunnel from Panel 1.3.
1.6: Interior of the train, the Tuxedo Man standing before the now vacated seats where the Backpackers had been sitting. The tea cups are suspended in mid-air, gravity not yet taking them from the spot the now vanished hands of the Backpackers had been holding them.