Another secret:

Sal lived because I drew this as a lark to myself and made it real.  The first panel was always going to be real, with Danny, lingering over Sal’s crumpled form, unsure if this is the end.  And then I drew the next panel with her booping him on the nose because I had been drawing sad angsty fights for SO LONG at this point, and it was a personal relief.  I was TIRED, y’all.  And so I kept it, inked it, colored it, and decided these first two panels of what would otherwise be a full Sunday-style page would be the next update.

Sal would live.

I would tell more stories about Sal.

Even if most of them would be of her in an orange jumpsuit.