Panel 1: Rose and Iz sit at their dining room table with Tyler Bourn, Mr. Jones's lawyer.
Tyler: Aloysius Jones's will comes into effect once he has been unreachable for forty-two months. We have just hit that deadline.
Panel 2:
Iz: Forty-two?
Tyler: I am to understand that your uncle had a very...science-fiction-based sense of humour.
Panel 3: Iz's eyes widen as he realises. The others watch him.
Panel 4: Iz closes his eyes.
Iz: Oh my God.
Rose [to Tyler]: You'll have to forgive him; he doesn't know where his towel is.
Alt-Text: Mr. Jones may be a supervilllain, but he still sleeps in Star Wars pyjamas.
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