Barbara, Sophie's predecessor as Promethea, is looking in on herself in the hospital. Things are taking a turn for the fatal.
In a whimsical and comforting turn, Barbara's essense or spirit goes to Immateria and visits with the other Prometheas.
Look, fairies giving drink.
That has got to be some kind of liquid orgasm. I want some.
Liquid orgasm would have been much, much better.
The previous versions of Promethea are looking into Sophie.
Look at this.
And heave a sigh of relief that we no longer have to do this.
Some foreshadowing here.
Haha a little warning to Margie.
And now we're going to get into that poet, Charlton Sennet, who was mentioned in the first issue together with his work "A Faerie Romance". We come upon him at a point when both his wife and mistress has left him.
Now we jump back in time a little to a point before he was left so alone.
Sennet is touching the realm of imagination as he writes his poem and something funky is beginning to happen to him.
His wife away (how convenient), and inspired by his maid, Charles reads her the poetry he wrote.
Imagination is the trigger for summoning Promethea.
Read the poetry. This guy is describing an awesome roll in the hay.
Charles and Promethea have a 'baby', but its really just ephemeral fluff.
Inexplicably, Anna dies during childbirth. Look at this comment.
Isn't this normal? Aren't we all just in love with our ideas of each other? Should that fact really be a cause of complaint or bother?
Sophie is shaken from the story by the arrival of Jack Faust.
Jack is using a magical disguise, a glamour. This is what he really looks like.
And, oh yes, he is the Jack in Jack and the Beanstalk. He blames Promethea for something and reveals he has quite the potty mouth then leaves.