It didn't take long that evening for the radio to come on, which was likely expected by any patients who had been following the more consistent announcements over the past few nights. There was a song playing quietly in the background, but it faded away into something barely audible as soon as the man's voice cut in.

So, I realize I kinda left you guys hanging. Not my most shining moment, but it was pretty tough trying to figure out what the hell kind of black magic Landel was spinning last night.

To be honest, the guy has more parlor tricks than a circus clown, so he probably combined a bunch of different things to make whatever attacked you guys. Either way, I hope that you made it through one way or another. Pretty sure you're all tougher than that.

Anyway, there's a bigger issue now, isn't there?

There was the sound of the man getting up from his chair and moving around in the small room that only a few of the patients had seen for themselves. The rest would have to be left up to the imagination, but there were a few obvious sounds that came through: him putting on some sort of garment (a jacket?), and the cocking of a gun. A shotgun, for anyone with a trained ear.

I have to admit, I don't know for sure who this Eagle is, but I've got some guesses. I need to talk to you guys, get the full story on what he was talking about earlier today. Sometimes it's hard to put all the pieces together when I've only got his nighttime persona to work off of.

He let out a sigh and then made a noise as if he was stretching.

So it's going to be quiet on the radios tonight -- can't broadcast while I'm out -- but I'll be on the lookout. Don't all stay cooped up, okay?

Finally, there was the strain of a heavy door being opened, followed by the clang of it closing behind him. The song was eventually the only thing that could be heard, playing softly on repeat unless the devices were turned off.

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"And anyway, was that a map or what?" She hadn't gotten a good look, but if Scarecrow had consulted it, it was either a map or instructions. Mele didn't know which was more likely.

It was a good idea to exchange notes once in a while, probably. Maybe she'd do that in the day tomorrow; she'd been focusing so much on what everyone encountered that it hadn't occurred to her to ask where they'd been exploring. It wasn't that hard to see all there was to see in a building, or so she'd thought.

The flashlight flickered again, and Mele bit back a curse as she paused to shake it.

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"I have a pen," she added as she ascended the stairs. She was already using her journal to keep track of the days, why not stick a map in the same place? Unless they didn't let her carry the journal around tomorrow, but if so, that didn't make any sense (why give her a journal? Why let her carry a pen?), and she was going to tell the nurse so. "Tomorrow."

More importantly, she needed to keep her attention on what might lay ahead. "You haven't been this way before, right? Keep behind me." On the other hand, if Mele fell, she'd tumble into him. But someone had to take point, so... "And a little to the side," she added, glancing down.