ALT Page 1 - Panel 1: Close up on narrator’s finger poking into a donut. Panel 2: Medium shot of the narrator poking into the donut, purposefully. She’s looking directly at it. Panel 3: Narrator licks her finger. Text box: “Oops.” Guess that one’s ruined! Panel 4: Narrator grabs the donut and leaves. Panel 5: Narrator notes the donut down on the spoil sheet, which is on a clipboard on the wall. Text box: I spend all day making the food here but I don’t get to eat it. I can only take something if it’s “spoiled,” and they keep track of the inventory numbers so you can’t take too much or they notice.

ALT Page 2 - Panel 1: Narrator is in the break room, eating the donut. Text box: I mean, I'm not supposed to take the spoiled food either, but I have to get something to eat on break somehow. Panel 2: A close up on the half-eaten donut. Text box: It makes no difference to them whether it goes in my mouth or the trash. Panel 3: A close up on the narrator, from chest up, cutting off above the mouth. Crumbs are on the collar of her work polo shirt. She’s wearing a name tag but the name is not visible. Text box: The vermin get to it one way or another. Panel 4: The narrator’s phone timer is going off. Her screen is cracked. Text box 1: Oh, fuck, gotta clock back in. Text box 2: I can hear my manager yelling from here.

ALT Page 3 - Panel 1: The narrator is back at the cash register, with a somewhat manic and clearly fake smile. Text box: I want to burn this whole building down. Panel 2: A close up on her eye. Fire is reflected in her pupil. Text box: I’ll diligently mark it down on the sheet. Panel 3: Fire burns around the Spoil Sheet, and the corner of the paper on the clipboard is alight. On the sheet, “THE BAKERY” is scrawled with a tally mark in the number column. Text box 1: Maybe if I destroy them enough Text box 2: the things I make can finally be mine. The end.

ALT comic title page with white roses and thorns at the center of the page and abstract spikes in the background pressing inward. the title is "XIII" and a messaging chat bubble below it reads "by katy hooper."

ALT PANEL 1 - Two women sit outside at a cafe, both wearing masks. Em: So how’s your tarot thing going? Janet: Great! You’re not into tarot, though, right? PANEL 2 - Em: No, I think it’s super interesting, the future just scares me. Plus I’d have like no idea what I’m doing. PANEL 3 - Janet: It’s super easy really! I have a deck with me if you want to take it home and try it out. PANEL 4 - Janet: And if you have any questions you can always text me. Em: OK, thanks!! PANEL 5/6- Em returns home and puts away her keys and mask. text box: at home Em (muttering): oh right, the cards. PANEL 7 - Em spreads the cards on the table. PANEL 8 - Em sighs. PANEL 9 - Em: OK, cards, what’s in my future? PANEL 10 - Em pulls a card from the spread. PANEL 11 - The card is Death. It has a picture of a skeleton holding a scythe, on a background of white roses. The numeral XIII is below the figure.

ALT PANEL 1 - Em holds her hand up to her face, shocked. PANEL 2 - She pushes the cards away from her and moves away from the cards in panic. Em: AAAAAAHHHHHH PANEL 3 - Em paces back and forth, muttering. Em: it’s fine, i’m not going to die, i mean tarot’s not even real anyway, i can ignore this… PANEL 4 - Later, Em lies in bed awake. Text box: later PANEL 5 - She rolls over, looking worried. PANEL 6 - Em reachers for her phone. PANEL 7 - Em holds her phone close to her face, the bright light illuminating her face in the dark room.

ALT PANEL 1 - A close-up of the phone screen with Em's thumbs over the keyboard. Em’s text: hey r u awake? i got death in the tarot earlier and it freaked me out. PANEL 2 - Janet’s text: Hey!! I’m sorry that freaked you out. Death almost never means literal death in tarot, you’re fine! It’s more like a change or transformation. PANEL 3 - Em breathes a sigh of releif. PANEL 4 - Em’s text: thanks, that makes me feel a lot better. gn :) Janet’s text: Of course! Hope you weren’t too scared. Goodnight. PANEL 5 - Em puts the phone away and rolls back over to face away from it. PANEL 6 - The POV switches so that we are on Em's other side and see her face. She is staring at the wall in front of her. PANEL 7 - Hanging on the wall she is looking at is her face mask. PANEL 8 - remembered text in the background is fuzzy except for the word “almost” PANEL 9 - Em sighs. PANEL 10 - She closes her eyes to go to a sleep, even though she still seems troubled. PANEL 11 - the end?