Po References. Most of which are labeled as "Mist" references because I'm totally taking most of these from another commentary, and I felt all of it was Potentially of note.

- Mist and pals running through a forest in Balance 
- Mist's leader, Saou, giving the ending narration of Balance 

- Mist and pals up to... Maybe neutralness? In Layers - (Po Visible)
- Mist wants a skateboard (still Layers)

- Mist with a bad dream-related idea resulting in the "do I know you" phenomenon - (Po Visible on page after)
- Mist wanting to do something good for this side of the world - (Po Visible and with plenty to say)
- Start of Mist meeting Voltaire

- Po saying they're "at least a rook" at the end of part one

I don't want to commit to having written versions of the comic below every page—mostly because it might not be feasible or desirable at times—but I'm enjoying them for the time being, and there's one for this page at the bottom of this commentary.

They also remain useful for helping me think through certain details.

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- Tuesday EGSNP

More Novelization

Hope didn’t have any confidence in her abilities or power. All she could think to do was hide, and if she could get to it, her room was the best option.

Hope could turn invisible, but invisible didn’t mean undetectable. She could still be found by any number of means. Her room would be completely safe from an intruder.

Fortunately, she didn’t have to reach the upstairs hallway to get to it. She just needed a wall with enough open space to move the entrance to. There wasn’t enough vertical space to the left of the magic door, nor enough horizontal space to the right of it, but…

There! Between the uryuom computer and the large cabinet in the corner!

Hope rushed to the open space, hoping the intruder wasn’t coming downstairs, and that if they were, she had enough time to move the entrance. The process wouldn’t take long, but it wouldn’t be instantaneous, either.

Loud footsteps thumped down the stairs. Hope didn’t have time to move the entrance. She turned invisible just in time to not be spotted by a long-haired woman at the bottom of the stairs.

The intruder looked like something out of a horror story. Her unkempt gray hair messily covered her wrinkled face, the nails of her hands looked akin to claws, and her posture was that of a hunter. She wore a plain, grayish-brown dress with a dark beige sash around her waist that, somehow, had three ends sticking out.

She appeared small for the racket her steps had made, and looked as though she might tear apart anyone or anything that got in her way.