_{° ;;        [ The small battery display on screen still hangs on a 97 percent
                                and Carlos sighs in thanks to Dana letting him know he actually
                                able to use phone while being stuck    here.}

                                _{His thumb flicks through the contact list and finally stops at the
                                 familiar name scrawled out in digital text on his phone’s screen:}

                                 Cecil ♥  

                                _{He pressed the electronic to his ear, listening to droning ring
                                and hoping his timing isn’t off.
                                The scientist almost had when the broadcast was over to an art now.
                                Well, rather, a science.  
                                After all, time was still weird in Night Vale
                                and wasn’t any better in the strange desert. ]}