This comic is an example of the characters pushing me rather than vice versa. All I knew was: once we got into this part of the story, Sammy was gonna need some pants. I mean, running around au naturel is fine when you're out in the middle of nowhere, but we're coming into civilization now. But I wasn't sure as I started sketching this page exactly how these pants were gonna come into being.

     And then, well, then the above comic happened.

     I couldn't see any way around it: knowing who Sammy was, who Kestrel was, who Rowena was, this was the only way things could go. And then the next couple pages came together quickly and actually expressed a couple plot points that I hadn't quite known how I was gonna address. Spooky...