Tile stands in the panel wearing her tie, with hands on hips, looking to the side. Cappuccino floats beside her.
Tile is in a box...
Tile pushes on the right panel border. It comes away at the bottom, beginning to swing up as though the top right corner were a hinge.
Come on Cappuccino.
Tile pushes the panel border all the way up, holding it above her head, opening the way for Tile and Cappuccino to leave the panels behind and go into the white of the space behind and around them. The caption of the panel flows outside its usual constraints.
Ha! We're free!