Black Dog o5

1. Similar shot to Page 3, Panel 3, with the Makeshift Man lounging in his lawn chair, but this time he's covered in the shadow of the way-watcher. He lifts his shades to get a better look at the creature. The look on his face is calm and unimpressed.

2. Similar shot to previous only now he takes off his sunglasses completely and tucks them into the collar of his shirt.
Makeshift Man: "Can I...help you?"

3. Profile shot of the way-watcher's face. The mountains can be seen in the background.
Way-Watcher: "Then you are he whom I have come to find."

4. Close up of the Makeshift Man's face as he sips his beer. He continues to look unimpressed and impatient.
Makeshift Man: "So now you've found me."

5. Wide frame. You can see the full length of the way-watcher's form as it hovers over the MM in his chair. It's an enormous creature, maybe twelve feet tall and as long as a city bus. A shaggy red mane extends down its back and tail, and similar hair grows around its jaw and the back side of its heavy limbs, which end in large three-toed paws. The front limbs look like they're supported on heavy brass-colored spheres. Sporadic grasses dot the foreground. Mountains in the background.
Way-Watcher: "For three years I have sought you, Makeshift Man. 'Til your brother told me where to look."

6. Closing in on the Makeshift Man's eyes as he grows intrigued but less impressed at the mention on his brother.
Makeshift Man: "Hrm."

7. Shot of the rocky ground, grass and shrubs sprinkled about as the way-watcher talks off panel.
Way-Watcher: "Sixteen years ago, my son was stolen."