Commentary:
This is just some placeholder commentary of a few sentences, just to see what that would look like.

Transcript:
0008 - Day 105 - Around lunchtime - Cafe Louisa, Paris
Panel 1: From above, on a brown surface. An open can of whole peeled tomatoes, a bowl of ravioli, two packaged slices of chemically yellow cheese, and a metal fork and knife.
Panel 2: The restaurant the Survivor broke into has large art of a skyline on the walls. The Survivor sits on a bench behind a table, her empty bowl on the table. She's writing in her journal.
JOURNAL ENTRY: I'm gonna go get my stuff from the Eiffel Tower today, and then I'll have to...
JOURNAL ENTRY: ...well, figure out some goals. What's next? Where next? Why?
JOURNAL ENTRY: I never thought about any of this, because-- I think I just assumed there'd be people in Paris.
JOURNAL ENTRY: More in the short term, I really, really fucking miss bread. It's all gone mouldy, no eggs, no milk.
JOURNAL ENTRY: I can only assume the vegans must at some point have figured out something with, like, hummus water.
JOURNAL ENTRY: First short term goal: I always meant to try a croque-monsieur.