This is a page with a single panel, as a towering Princess Nebula, in holographic form, stands over Alice. Her sword has changed – now, instead of a green katana, it’s a pink glowing fencing sword – much like the one that was stuck in the painting. She is looking in Alice’s direction.

She is surrounded by glitched out versions of herself, chanting the same thing, over and over. And she, herself, says something new.

PRINCESS NEBULA: So an old weapon, then.

PRINCESS NEBULA: For old time’s sake.