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Here's the first comic page for chapter 1. I'll probably update again this weekend or early next week.

“Alright, that’s enough. Stop pestering Erik. Both of you, go to bed now!” Christine demanded. The boy turned around almost instantly, taking his sister by the arm as she took a step forward.
“No way! This guy’s been gone for nine years! He’s got questions to answer!” she said in protest, struggling against her brother as she pulled her into the hallway.
“Like where he’s been and . . . let me go Charley! …and what his favorite color is!” she continued to babble until the boy finally managed to pull her through the door and close it behind them. I could hear them bicker as they scuffled their way down the hall and out of earshot. Christine slumped against the back of her chair.
“What part of go to bed don’t they understand? The ‘go to,’ or the ‘bed’ part?” she asked no one, running her hand through her hair in frustration. I stood up.
“Is this why you invited me inside Christine?” I asked after a minute or two of silence passed between us.

Description
ATTENTION!!! Make sure to read the intro( [link] ) before this page.
Press the little button at the tip to make the bar at the top disappear.
Next page ([link] )
Here's the first comic page for chapter 1. I'll probably update again this weekend or early next week.

“Alright, that’s enough. Stop pestering Erik. Both of you, go to bed now!” Christine demanded. The boy turned around almost instantly, taking his sister by the arm as she took a step forward.
“No way! This guy’s been gone for nine years! He’s got questions to answer!” she said in protest, struggling against her brother as she pulled her into the hallway.
“Like where he’s been and . . . let me go Charley! …and what his favorite color is!” she continued to babble until the boy finally managed to pull her through the door and close it behind them. I could hear them bicker as they scuffled their way down the hall and out of earshot. Christine slumped against the back of her chair.
“What part of go to bed don’t they understand? The ‘go to,’ or the ‘bed’ part?” she asked no one, running her hand through her hair in frustration. I stood up.
“Is this why you invited me inside Christine?” I asked after a minute or two of silence passed between us.