Leon looked over at the radio as it suddenly clicked on. Had the Doctor lied? Was Doyle alive after all? The sadly familiar music that began playing hardly answered Leon's questions. It was music played when one died, of course, but who was playing it? Who else would have access to the broadcast equipment? More and more questions, and never any answers. He sighed heavily and looked at the door again. Maybe once he found a few weapons and was able to do some real exploring, things would become clearer.