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"Wow, this place really is in the middle of nowhere, huh?"
Shane glanced over at Ryan in the passenger seat. He was looking out the window at the seemingly endless desert they were driving through.
Vast. Empty. And, Shane thought briefly, oddly relaxing.
"Yep," He replied, "Can't really imagine why anyone would live out here."
"Guess we'll find out." Ryan said as the passed a large sign: 'WELCOME TO NIGHT VALE'
Immediately, the car's radio turned on, and a man's voice started talking.
"Birds fly overhead, watching you with a million eyes. You are not alone. You are never alone. Welcome to Night Vale."
As music played, Shane and Ryan looked at each other in confusion.
"Did you turn on the radio?" Asked Ryan.
"Can't say I did,"
"Then how..."
Shane shrugged. "We probably just left it on, and just now got a signal."
"I...wouldn't we have heard static, then?"
"I don't know."
Ryan sighed. "Well, that's the only thing I can think of that makes sense, so..." He trailed off as they passed what looked like a dog park, except that there weren't any dogs. Instead, several figures in black cloaks gathered in a circle around an indiscernible shape. Pedestrians hurried by the gate, looking almost deliberately away. The two men in the car made eye contact again, equally confused and unsure what to say. Finally, Shane came up with an idea.
"Dinner?"

Later, the two sat in their hotel room eating slices of pizza. The radio played in the background, the same station - or at least the same voice - that they'd heard in the car.
"The city council would like to remind us all that the low humming coming from the distance will not harm you. It's probably just those inconsiderate neighbors of ours over in Desert Bluffs, and the sheriff's secret police sent word that there are definitely no other possible sources. In other news, Old Woman Josie reports that the angels predict that the end of the world and life as we know it will come last week. So, you know, the rest of time might not even exist. We might not even exist.
"And now, the weather."

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