[Image description: In the first image, Harry Du Bois and Kim Kitsuragi are sitting on the swingset waiting for the tide to recede to investigate the crashed motor carriage. Harry is trying (and failing) to whistle. The dialogue reads: DRAMA - Spit flies from your mouth to your moustache, your chest, the ground before you... No sound though. HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Raining heavily here, chief - mind keeping it down a bit? KIM KITSURAGI - The lieutenant must think it's rather funny/ He smiles and quickly turns away. In the second image, Harry gives Kim an exasperated look. The dialogue reads: DRAMA - He's gloating at you. Oh, it's so easy for Mr. Teacher! HARRY - "I would like to see you try in this bloody wind." KIM KITSURAGI - With his lips puckered the lieutenant lets out a beautiful melodic trill that puts even the Insulindic thrush to shame. The third image is a shot of the pair sitting on the swingset from behind. The text reads: You hear the sound echo on the large body of water. Clouds race across the spring sky and suddenly you just feel better. About everything. Kim's whistling heals Harry's morale. End ID]