After a series of unintelligible cracks and noises that is the only thing Philip hears. The last thing he hears, before even the static hum of his radio dies. He gives the device a half-hearted shake, already knowing that the problem won't lie with the batteries, or any other part he could fix.
"Hello?"
He repeats it. Once. Twice. Again, until he is sure that he might as well be talking to a rock. Won't. He'll take that. And he'll take it to mean something reassuring, and hang on to that notion for as long as he can, hoping Wonderland won't prove him otherwise.
Because with the radio lying silent at his feet now, there truly is nothing.
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After a series of unintelligible cracks and noises that is the only thing Philip hears. The last thing he hears, before even the static hum of his radio dies. He gives the device a half-hearted shake, already knowing that the problem won't lie with the batteries, or any other part he could fix.
"Hello?"
He repeats it. Once. Twice. Again, until he is sure that he might as well be talking to a rock. Won't. He'll take that. And he'll take it to mean something reassuring, and hang on to that notion for as long as he can, hoping Wonderland won't prove him otherwise.
Because with the radio lying silent at his feet now, there truly is nothing.