Through all the hallucinations and general strangeness there's a feeling that a story is unfolding - we just can't see what it is yet.
The danger with style of protracted mystery plotline is that the author enters into an unspoken contract with the reader to deliver a knock-out resolution.
Just think of the number of television series we've stuck with because of similar tacit agreements, that have ultimately led to disappointment.
I cite Battlestar Galactica as a particular example because I, like so many, was swept along by the show's brilliance right up to the end that I was blinded to the finale's faults for a long while.
It took a time for it to sink in and realise that the writer's had clearly written themselves into a corner, with too many hanging plot-threads, and so opted for the laziest cop-out of all - which can be used to explain away anything - that it was "all the work of God".
Let's hope Ivan Brandon doesn't go for a similar cheesy deus ex machina, because - obviously - he only has six issues of this comic to win our support by wowing us with his verbal jiggery-pokery and Marco Rudy's surreal imagery.
I'm loving what I've seen so far (a third of the way into the story), but I've been burned so many times before with these brain-challenging mysteries that my disappointment would probably be disproportionately large if Escape just fizzles out.