Flat on your back and drenched to the bone, you slowly come to.
You know you have just been hit by lightning as you ache all over and your teeth itch.
The overall stench of a wet and burnt dog is also a dead giveaway.
Not sure where your friend is to have missed the show but you slowly start collecting up all the dropped comic books. I would guess you are in a bit of shock to be doing this instead of calling an ambulance or something.
As you are picking up the mess you start noticing something.
All the book pages are blank.
There is a ending to this story/idea
Let me know if you want to hear it