Honestly, a series I assumed had passed into the limbo of never to be completed Image books, such that I was thrown when, unheralded, it started popping up in my standing order again. The answers to various long-standing mysteries would probably have made more sense without that four-year gap, but not necessarily much more: as a comic about those influencers they have nowadays, you know the ones, I always found it at least moderately baffling, because I am old. Except now the hiatus has complicated matters further; O'Malley is taking a leaf out of Marvel's book and being pointedly vague about the timeline, but certainly some time has elapsed, and now his Instagram-famous leads are feeling a little confused themselves by the new generation of TikTok-famous kids coming up from behind. Perhaps it's for the best, then, that much of this volume takes the cast away from all those fashionable brunches and pop-ups to a much more relatable backdrop of graveyards, creepy hotels and sex dungeons. Hung's art, needless to say, remains gorgeous throughout, and all the easier to sigh over now the titular allergy is in remission.