Panel 1: The door to the maintenance closet is blown off by the resulting explosion. Panel 2: Heather looks at the damaged door that's been thrown to the ground. Panel 3: Heather peers inside; a hole has been blown into the wall, adjacent to the sealed-off zone. Heather: I figured it out. Panel 4: Triss: Don't scare me like that! Panel 5: Triss: You could have— Phoenix: Oh, She's fine! I probably would have done the same thing. Quizzik: Heather, can you maybe warn us next time? Panel 6: Heather climbs through the hole she created. She hears bits of their conversation on the other end, but mostly static. "Don't--" "Probably—" "Warn—" Heather: Hold on. Things seem to be a bit out of— Panel 7: She sees another figure in a suit on the catwalk above her. Heather: Sync?