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be an interdimensional thing. There are a lot of questions that need answers Doyle, but for now we need to keep quiet. We need to think about what to do.”
    “ So you don’t think it’s dangerous?”
    “ No.” Terry said, shaking his head. “I think whatever it is, is residual. It’s like crossed wires on a telephone. We shouldn’t be able to hear it, and I doubt it’s aware of us.”
    “ How do you know?”
    “ Well, we’re standing right in the spot where the broadcast is coming from; I would think they might have noticed.”
    Doyle pulled his arm back out of the cold space, and glanced towards the dark shape of the car up by the road.
    “What now?” He asked.
    “ Now, we need to do some research. And think about what happens next. This could be big Doyle, really, really big.”
    “ What do you mean?”
    “ I mean, it answers questions. Which questions are to be determined, but my best educated guess is that it will either prove the existence of alternate dimensions running parallel to our own, or that after death, life goes on. Either way, it’s pretty heavy.”
    “ No shit.” Doyle said quietly, staring into the blank space that was both everything and nothing at the same time.
    “ I think we have seen all we can here, let’s get out of here, and talk about what to do.”
    “ You don’t have to tell me twice, this place gives me the creeps.”
    “ Relax.” Terry said as the pair walked back to the car. “There is nothing here to be scared of, it’s just science. There is no such thing as ghosts; the living are the ones you should be worried about.”
    “ Aren’t you full of joy tonight?” Doyle said as they clambered back up the embankment.
    They climbed back in the car, and for all of Doyle’s fears, it already seemed unreal. They sat and listened to the broadcast. They were playing some more Big T, although the one in the world that Terry and Doyle inhabited was still very much alive and kicking. How long he stayed that way, remained to be seen. Doyle was about to gun the engine when the song faded and the smooth voice of the DJ filled the car.
     
    Some more Big T for you there with his chart topping classic, ‘everythin’ ain’t what it seems.’ Before we go on, a couple of shout outs, to you, our listeners. First up, to Kelly and Alice tuning in during the nightshift at Penny’s. Keep it up girls, and keep listening to DJ D. also, shout outs to Ken, Andrew, Simon and Dexter who are out to celebrate Ken’s birthday. Enjoy it boys, and don’t do anything that DJ D wouldn’t do, which leaves pretty much everything on the table. And lastly, a personal shout out from me, to Doyle and Terry, who I know are listening tonight. All I can say boys, is don’t underestimate the things you don’t understand. Coming up, the debut solo single by former Sex pistols bassist Sid Vicious. First I—
     
    Doyle turned off the radio, and turned towards Terry. He was no longer smiling.

                  Big T – the one that inhabited Terry and Doyle’s world was killed early the following morning. The world’s press went into overdrive, to Terry and Doyle, it was already old news.
                  “Thirteen hours, give or take.” Terry said as he sipped his umpteenth cup of coffee.             
    “ What is?” Doyle asked, rubbing his stubble fluffed cheeks.
    “ The time. Between it happening in their world and ours.”
    Doyle nodded, and they sat in silence, watching the news of the Rapper’s death. Neither had slept, and although they had sat up all night discussing options, the reality was, that they were no further along than the night before. They had almost come to blows about how to proceed, the combination of stress, the unreality of the situation and their differing opinions making a potent fuel for their aggression. Doyle had wanted to ignore it, take their veiled warning for what it was and forget all about it, but Terry had wanted to explore