Lots of questions asked on this page, most of which get answered in the next chapter (for which, dear internet reader, you’ll have to purchase the Necessary Monsters graphic novel from First Comics). Sadly however, exactly what a dream of a heart tastes like remains a mystery. Maybe I’ll finally get around to answering that one in volume two.
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Panel 1
We see a man silhouetted in the mouth of the alley. The reader may not be able to tell immediately unless they recognise the silhouette, but it’s Gravehouse. No sign of the zombie mothers btw – they’ve already faded from the dream after serving their purpose.
Gravehouse: Looks delicious.
Panel 2
Tuesday’s eyes spring open and alert, her stance lowering on instinct as if ready to pounce. She still holds the half eaten heart in her hand and her mouth is bloody, but all her attention is now focused on the stranger.
Tuesday: Who-!?
Panel 3
The stranger steps forth into the light and we see clearly now that it’s Gravehouse. His attitude as he speaks is one of polite curiosity. As if turning up in the dream of a dead mobster for a chat is the most normal thing in the world.
Gravehouse: Tell me, what does the dream of a heart taste like?
Panel 4
Tuesday narrows her eyes and answers his question with a more direct one of her own.
Tuesday: Who the fuck are you!?
Panel 5
But Gravehouse ignores her and walks further into the alley, just as nonchalant as before. He indicates Joey’s corpse on the floor with a casual jab of his thumb.
Gravehouse: Nice touch, by the way. Making them all look like his mother.
Panel 6
Tuesday looses her patients and lunges at Gravehouse, pinning him against the wall of the alley by his neck with one hand. Her other hand is raised, claws bared, ready to strike if she doesn’t like what she hears.
Creeping Tuesday: Who are you and how the fuck did you get into this dream!?
We see a man silhouetted in the mouth of the alley. The reader may not be able to tell immediately unless they recognise the silhouette, but it’s Gravehouse. No sign of the zombie mothers btw – they’ve already faded from the dream after serving their purpose.
Gravehouse: Looks delicious.
Panel 2
Tuesday’s eyes spring open and alert, her stance lowering on instinct as if ready to pounce. She still holds the half eaten heart in her hand and her mouth is bloody, but all her attention is now focused on the stranger.
Tuesday: Who-!?
Panel 3
The stranger steps forth into the light and we see clearly now that it’s Gravehouse. His attitude as he speaks is one of polite curiosity. As if turning up in the dream of a dead mobster for a chat is the most normal thing in the world.
Gravehouse: Tell me, what does the dream of a heart taste like?
Panel 4
Tuesday narrows her eyes and answers his question with a more direct one of her own.
Tuesday: Who the fuck are you!?
Panel 5
But Gravehouse ignores her and walks further into the alley, just as nonchalant as before. He indicates Joey’s corpse on the floor with a casual jab of his thumb.
Gravehouse: Nice touch, by the way. Making them all look like his mother.
Panel 6
Tuesday looses her patients and lunges at Gravehouse, pinning him against the wall of the alley by his neck with one hand. Her other hand is raised, claws bared, ready to strike if she doesn’t like what she hears.
Creeping Tuesday: Who are you and how the fuck did you get into this dream!?