1.)

(Computer screen displays "Lookit Search" web page, on which someone has entered the search query "Tristan Yponck girlfriend." The suggested searches are the sorts of things male model fans inquire about, and the results blurbs express sorrow over Tristan's demise.)

2.)

(The screen has switched to image results, showing Tristan and his former girlfriend, seemingly a model as well.)

3.)

(The computer user has followed a result to an image blog, beneath which reads more laments of his demise.)

4.)

(Jack is in the shabby apartment using this computer, and he looks a bit sad and angry.)

5.)

(Tristan walks up behind, surprising Jack, who quickly closes the laptop.)

TRISTAN: Hey Jack! Maybe we get my bike and go for a ride?

JACK: Um, I want to be alone right now.

6.)

(Tristan looks disappointed, starting to leave. Jack seems to have settled on feeling angry.)

TRISTAN: Aw. See you later then.

JACK: Uh huh.

7.)

(Allison is laying on a bed, despondent. Jack looms over her. Neither looks happy.)

ALLISON:Alone? Does that mean I gotta leave?

JACK:Why don't you go with your best friend Tristan?

8.)

(Allison looks angry in the foreground and Jack looks like a lark may improve his mood.)

ALLISON: Ugh that guy is so dull. He's all, "Stop telling dead baby jokes!" So boring.

JACK: Hm...

9.)

INTERTITLE: AN HOUR LATER

(It's the exterior of Rafflesia - Thierry's nightclub - and Allison and Jack are walking in past a group of smokers.)

ALLISON: You can really get me in here?!

JACK: The owner is a fifteen year old boy, so...

ALLISON: With booze and everything? Whatta world.

10.)

(Now inside and looking disdainful, Jack and Allison walk arm in arm.)

ALLISON: This is like a school dance for extra-losers.

JACK: Welcome to the nightlife.

11.)

(They continue on, past violet and rose-lit dancers.)

JACK: We should say hello to Thierry or he'll have a shit-fit again.

ALLISON: 'K.

12.)

(As they approach a crowded stairwell, Allison gets angry at the loiterers.)

ALLISON: LOOK OUT YOU GOTH FUCKS!

JACK: Wow...

13.)

(Jack and Allison stand before a doorway with Thierry looking out.)

THIERRY: What do you want?

JACK: You said we should say hello if--

14.)

(Thierry seems less rude and Jack more at ease, but Allison isn't impressed.)

THIERRY: I didn't mean YOU but... Oh. Ehm, who is this?

JACK: This is my friend Allison.

ALLISON: Nice shirt. 'Bloodgrind?'

THIERRY: Oui?

15.)

(Thierry is impressed and Jack is starting to look a bit concerned, or maybe disgusted.)

ALLISON: I brought a pack of raw hamburger to their last show to throw around during Sex Gristle.
It was alright.

THIERRY: You know about Bloodgrind?

16.)

(Thierry is amazed, as Allison continues to talk from outside of the panel.)

ALLISON: Well, YEAH. They're on Deaththrashers Hour every week.

THIERRY: ...!

17.)

(Thierry looks saucy, Allison cranky, and Jack in a protective rage.)

THIERRY: Jack, why don't you leave the two of us to... talk? Or what have you...

JACK: No!

ALLISON: Don't you think you're a little young for me?