“…when a guard making a routine round found Robert Robertson, Junior, dead on the floor of his cell. The guard said they’d seen the blood before anything else. Robertson had destroyed his own face, smashing it almost beyond recognition against the thick iron bars that caged him. Near the body, the guard found a note…” Matthew leaned into the mic, lowering his voice. “It read ‘I’ll see you when I wake again.’”

The studio fell silent for two long seconds.

“Chills,” Harry said. “Fuckin’ chills, man.”

“Y’know…” Bushel winced.

“Yeah?” Matthew asked.

“It’s just…these guys are really into the notes, am I right? It just—it seems to me that we’ve got way more effective ways to communicate these days.”

They laughed, lightened the mood.

In the engineering booth, a phone rang.