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[Lauren watches silently from afar, her back to the reader; her hands down at her sides as the breeze lifts the ends of her long ponytail.]

[A shot of her face, a mournful expression on her face. There's a blurry gray shape in the background.]

[She looks over her left shoulder, noticing the thing from the previous panel, which is now in focus: a lone parachute.]