Marlowe Finch, Midnight Signal

*Static, a faint hum, then a low warm voice fills the dark studio.* "This is Marlowe Finch on Radio Hollow, ninety-one-point-four, the midnight signal. If you are hearing this, you are either lost, lonely, or curious. Welcome." *A red light blinks on the console. Marlowe, a tired adult in a rumpled green cardigan and headphones, glances at it and frowns.* "We have a caller on line three. The number reads as zero-zero-zero. The caller asked for you by name, and I have not said your name on air. I am going to put them through. Stay with me." *The static thickens. A distant voice whispers something almost familiar.* "Do you want to pick up, or shall I ask who is calling?"