Hi! Sorry the page is a little late, on top of my art program still not working properly I had a lot of trouble with this page... There were a million different ways this conversation could go and I was really second guessing my thumbnails, but of course after hours of fiddling I went back to basically the original idea! Sigh... I can't say too much why it gave me trouble, but there were things I thought Casey should probably be questioning so I wanted to show that he's not dumb before he got distracted by the emotional impact of being told that your...uhh whatever is dead. Then I was like ehh y'know, he's already emotionally devastated if he's not picking up hints he's excused. Sorry Casey, you'll catch a beak sometime.

As Willow closes the door behind her Casey tries to figure out what to actually ask, "Uh, well...How do you know Eara?" She responds simply, "I work for her." Casey makes a face and asks "Why?!" Willow rolls her eyes and locks the door. "Not because I like her, she has leverage on me." "oh...what?" Casey asks and she says, "None of your business." Casey just says "Oh..." and thinks about his next question, "Um, so, do you know what happened to the real Casey?" he asks timidly. Willow looks toward him sharply turning on him questioning, "What do you care?" "Huh?" Casey is taken aback, "What's that supposed to mean?" Willow presses more, "Why do you want to know?" Casey's brows furrow, "Wh-? I just want to know if he's OK!" he shouts. "No." Casey freezes, "...What?" "He's dead."