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Panel 1 [Lawrence is in his new cabin, currently going through the medical chest, journal in hand as he makes a list of what’s in it. He’s changed into Not Bloody clothes. He’s muttering ingredients to himself as he writes them down. Ezra has appeared in the doorway.]

LAWRENCE:
Dover’s powder, copaiba balsam, antimonial wine, calomel, flax seed…

EZRA:
You’re a real mystery.

Panel 2 [Lawrence doesn’t look up as he continues to transcribe the contents of the kit, wearing a somber, distracted expression.]

LAWRENCE:
It’s always my preference to be a mystery.

Panel 3 [Ezra crosses his arms in the doorway, smiling]

EZRA:
A doctor. One with learnin’, at that. You’re rarer than a lump of ambergris.

Panel 4 [Ezra points a thumb over his shoulder, good natured, while Lawrence turns at his desk with a slight frown]

EZRA:
Congratulations on gettin’ outta the focsle.

LAWRENCE:
This was never my aim, Ezra.

Panel 5 [Shot of Lawrence’s hands closing the kit, his voice coming off camera.]

LAWRENCE:
But I had to step in where I knew I could.