Night 47: Beginning of Night
...And the intercom faded back in with cackling of a more malicious nature.
"Ohhhh, I haven't felt this alive in years. Literal years, I'm telling you! It's extraordinary what the demise of one's greatest enemy will do to a man, isn't it, Nurse Lydia?"
An incoherent, guttural noise came from some other corner of the room. The Head Doctor let out another laugh.
"Quite right, quite right. Unfortunately..." the Head Doctor let out a sigh and tapped on something, as if he was operating a computer or a console, "it would seem that we're not rid of nuisances just yet. We're detecting a broadcast on our specifically hackable radio channel, but no matter. A signal gives us something to trace, doesn't it? And what's the code on this? P.A.I.L. FM?"
The Head Doctor paused, then gave one last chuckle.
"Well, Ms. Radio, well. I suppose we'll see if you fare any better than your predecessor..."
The intercom was overtaken by the crackle of static. Then, nothing.
"Ohhhh, I haven't felt this alive in years. Literal years, I'm telling you! It's extraordinary what the demise of one's greatest enemy will do to a man, isn't it, Nurse Lydia?"
An incoherent, guttural noise came from some other corner of the room. The Head Doctor let out another laugh.
"Quite right, quite right. Unfortunately..." the Head Doctor let out a sigh and tapped on something, as if he was operating a computer or a console, "it would seem that we're not rid of nuisances just yet. We're detecting a broadcast on our specifically hackable radio channel, but no matter. A signal gives us something to trace, doesn't it? And what's the code on this? P.A.I.L. FM?"
The Head Doctor paused, then gave one last chuckle.
"Well, Ms. Radio, well. I suppose we'll see if you fare any better than your predecessor..."
The intercom was overtaken by the crackle of static. Then, nothing.