1.)

(Still in the cabin of horrors. Karl remains burrito'd up in blanketry, fearful and skeptical of Jack's detective skills.)

KARL: Are you sure? You didn't look for very long.

2.)

(Nonchalant Jack is still on the porch but beginning to return, eyes nearly closed from the weight of his hubris.)

JACK: I'm sure.

KARL: Really?

3.)

(Jack has sassy condescension in his eyes and a skull mask looming over his shoulder.)

JACK: I know what I'm doing hun.

4.)

(Karl has seen tha Beast, and looks on in unadulterated terror.)

KARL: Oh god-- MOVE!

5.)

(Jack is barely beginning to turn around and the killer has raised his axe for the death blow.)

JACK: Move what?

6.)

(Jack is wide-eyed in dorky-looking shock as the axe slams into his back, shooting red blood all over the otherwise black & white comic page.)

AXE: CHUNK

7.)

(Jack is aghast at the temerity of this assault.)

JACK: What the-- an axe? Really?!

8.)

(Karl's inner man of action awakens as he sheds his burrito, though clearly he does not know what to do next.)

KARL: Oh my god! Are you-- I-I'll call for help!

9.)

(Jack is looking over his shoulder and reaching for the weapon awkwardly.)

JACK: Oh great, right where I can't reach.