Voice of Agnes Berry

Voice of Agnes Berry No. 10

After the debacle with the door yesterday, Henry went to Joey's apartment. He knocked with no answer, and the door was bolted shut. So Henry decided to try the fire escape, which he found open. He says he searched the place up and down, but there was no sign of Joey, and no indication of where he might be. He came back to deliver the news, and most people decided to blow and go home. I finished up my work on the cityscape, Henry finished a few Bendy frames, Ronny finished some in-betweens, and then the studio was empty.

And then guess what?

Henry came back early in the dawning hours this morning to find none other than Mister Joey Drew, in some wreck of a state, head-in-hands in his doorless office.

Apparently all Joey would manage to say was how terribly his head was pounding. Henry tried to ask him where he'd been, but he avoided the subject like a crook on a creaky board. Fortunately, I also came rather early this morning, and I was able to catch Henry struggling to get out the door with Joey. According to Joey's whimpering and moaning, all he wanted to do was go home. Together, we were able to drape his arms over our shoulders and assist him in walking, and when we got to Joey's apartment, I cooked him some soup while Henry gently prodded him to get the story out. But Joey wouldn't give one.

I'm back at the studio now, of course—we decided to let Joey sleep. But I can't seem to shake the sight of him off my mind. He was such a mess, the poor fellow! I've never seen him so broken, so weak. Oh, I feel so sorry for him. And all the studio can do today is discuss what might have happened. Wally thinks that maybe he was out at some speakeasy, and got stuck with the wrong crowd. While Henry and I both think that's the most likely, my favorite idea so far is Sammy's.

Sammy says that the little devil must've finally come back to bite.