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Panel 1 (Indoors, midday)
Phoebe’s inside the gas station building. You can see racks of product, and the counter with the cash register. Behind the counter is GUS, leaning back in his chair and whittling on a piece of wood. He’s wearing a Confederate soldier’s cap, and is chewing on a toothpick.

Narrator: It didn’t smell like a gas station. The scent of incense and beeswax reminds her of home.
Gus: Good afternoon, Miss. Beautiful day, isn’t it.
Phoebe: Yes, it is, thanks. We’d like to buy some gas, but there’s no sign outside showing the price.

Panel 2 (Indoors, midday)
Same background as Panel 1, or possibly from a different angle.

Gus: Oh, my old bones make it hard to get the sign up. You look like a nice, respectable young lady. I’ll charge you a dollar a gallon.
Phoebe (looking surprised): Are you sure?
Gus: Well, I didn’t get charged all that much the last time the tanker truck came by.
Phoebe: Wow. Thanks!

Panel 3 (Indoors, midday)
Same background as Panel 1, or possibly from a different angle, but now Gus is standing behind the counter. Phoebe is grabbing snacks and drinks for Diana and herself.

Narrator: And the old guy behind the counter reminded her of her grandfather. Or what her grandfather would have been like if he hadn’t died twenty years before she was born.
Gus: Heading to Slow River, are you?
Phoebe: Yes, we are. How did you know?
Gus: It’s the only place of note along this stretch of highway. Do you have to go there?
Phoebe: Yeah. We’ve been booked to play at the Founder’s Day festival.
Gus: It’s not the kind of place you two talented young ladies should be going.