No time to be insightful and witty today. Stayed up too late last night, and now I'm behind the eightball on the day.
So, here's a little more script and art from Union Station... continued from two posts ago.
Vetterli sits on the edge of the cot, his head in his hands, trying to wake himself up before he rises completely.
Vetterli stands in front of a mirror in a public bathroom, just down the hall from where we just saw him. He now wears pants, socks, shoes, and the t-shirt. He’s wetting his face with a cupped handful of water. He looks exhausted… there are bags under his eyes and he has lost some weight since we last saw him.