Cecil had been having a really bad day, like, the absolute worst day ever. Just this morning, his coffee machine had broken and he had to preform the usual repairing ritual of crying and screaming the word "groundwave" over and over until eyes watered and his throat hurt. Not only did this irritate Khoshekh, causing him to join in with the howling, but it also meant Cecil's throat would be burning all day, which was never good seeing as his voice was essentially his job.

Second of all, when he was walking to work, children with snake eyes and 7 arms each started to dance around him, which was a sign he was late for work. After the children has ceased their dance, he tried to run to ensure he wasn't late. He was.

He questioned his existence.

What time does the usually broadcast start? I get here at 8:30am, I'm here all day organising, I start recording at around 12pm...the broadcast is 30 minutes...it ends at 9pm...fuck. Time is weird in Night Vale

His broadcast had gone awfully, he had to say the word Angels 5 times, and angels are not real, it is illegal to even think about angels. He could get dragged out of his home in the middle of the night and sent to somewhere he'd never return from.

Cecil could not wait to get home, could not wait...but then he remember who was not at home. Carlos.

He could call. Yes, he was going to call Carlos tonight, and talk about science and how much he missed his perfectly imperfect being.

"Hey Carlos" He said down the phone when he finally arrived at his apartment. Their apartment.

"Cecil!" Carlos' adorable voice was so comforting.

"How is the Other Desert World you're trapped- sorry- staying in? Is anyone else with you? Are you safe?!" Cecil made himself panic.

"Cecil I'm fine! Don't worry. I have met some children who seem to know what they're doing...well, kind of. I think, I hope so"

"Oh?"

"Yeah, they're 12 and one is a boy who is really mad about science, the other is a girl who is super nice and she made me feel so welcome. She introduced me to their great uncle, showed me my way around." There was a muffled voice behind the phone. "Sorry...ugh, Cecil I gotta go. I'm so sorry, baby, but there's this triangle guy who I really can't get my head around!"

Cecil was sick of conversations ending like this "Carlos, plea-"

"I love you Cecil"

"I love you too" but Carlos had already gone.

Cecil couldn't be bothered eating, or watching TV, or completing any wood carvings of Khoshekh. He just wanted to sleep.