Carlos had debated picking up his cell phone to call the number that Cecil had given him. He stared out the window of his lab his gaze falling to a messy smear of blood where an animal carcass had hit.

The phone rang a few times before the audible click of someone answering.

"Nightvale radio. Cecil Palmer." Cecil said from the other end.

"Cecil, this is Carlos." Carlos took the phone away from his ear as the other mans voice took on an almost inhuman pitch.

"Carlos?! Ah, dear Carlos! What brings about this unexpected call?" Cecil asked once he had calmed down somewhat.

"Well I'm concerned about the fact that a giant glowing cloud was dropping dead animals all over town, not to mention the fact that there is a lapse of about twenty minutes I can not recall." Carlos took a breath. "And my lab smells like vanilla."

"Neat." Cecil said. He sounded star struck. His voice was completely nonchalant as if they were having a normal conversation.

"Neat? No, Cecil it's not neat. It's scientifically impossible for any of that to have occurred. I have to know what happened." Carlos replied quickly. He felt exhausted.

He was already tired from attempting to figure out why clocks and watches didn't seem to work in Nightvale, why the sun set at different times or not at all, and evidence had recently come to his attention about a house that may not exist.

"My dear Carlos. It's over. No need to fry your perfect brains over it...god forbid you ruin that perfect hair." Cecil stated. "Especially after what that treacherous Telly did."

Carlos flinched back somewhat at the inflections and threatening undertones Cecil took on. It had thrown him for more than a simple loop that the broadcaster had been able to convince an entire town to alienate one of their own simply because Cecil had been mad Carlos had his hair cut.

He had approached Cecil about it stating that he had been the one who had wanted the hair cut in the first place. It wasn't the barbers fault.

However it had fallen on deaf ears as Cecil only seemed to soak in the glow of Carlos's presence.

"Okay, sure it's over but don't you want to understand it? What it was, why it happened?" Carlos asked ignoring Cecil's jab at poor Telly.

"Not really. Nothing bad really happened." He said.

"Well, no, I guess not." Carlos conceded.

"Alright then. You'll be much happier if you just let it go." Cecil said using his broadcaster voice. That same voice that had beckoned Carlos to this strange town in the first place.

Cecil's professional voice had a calming effect on him. He suddenly felt at ease and nodded his head a couple times.

"Alright Cecil. I will just let it go." He replied.

"Great. Now I would just love to chat with you but I have some work to get done. Call me later at home and we can talk more then." Cecil said. Carlos began to interject. "I won't take 'no' for an answer and you had better not stand me up either. Remember I have the power of the airwaves."

"Yeah, I've noticed that actually." Carlos stated softy.

"Wonderful! I will talk with you later. We can discuss the house that doesn't exist." Cecil said.

"Wait, how did you...?" Carlos began.

"Bye for now perfect Carlos." Cecil said enunciating his name as if to hold onto him for even just a few more moments before the line went dead.

Carlos stared at his phone shaking his head a few times.

"How does he know these things?" Carlos wondered aloud before placing his phone back down on the table and decided to venture out to inspect the damage.