All the leaves are brown

Page sixteen is done, which brings to a close our second lyrics quiz, too. I'll post those answers tomorrow, but I'll warn you I wasn't as good with it as I should have been.

This page came out much better than I thought it would. It was a little rockier in my head and when I drew it than when I scripted it. There were a couple of jokes that didn't make the cut, like when Mark made a goofy suggestion about the wedding. It would have gone like this:

Abby: Not my wedding.
Mark: I thought it was our wedding.
Abby: Not when you're talking crazy.

It's a cute scene, but it just didn't work for what I needed to accomplish.

With this page, I am officially on the Back Eight. Two-thirds of the way through. Time to get crazy and knock some more pages out.