Cecil turns his gaze to the sky, the shiny falling away for a moment. "We lost interns every few months. And it would be my job to report on the matter. 'To the parents of Chad, the intern, we regret to inform you that your son was lost in the line of community radio duty, and that he will be missed, and never forgotten.'"

He wrinkles his nose, takes a breath...and then that smile reappears on his face like it hadn't just faded away, like he's still on-air and needs to put on the right voice for station management.

"Probably a good thing Pumpkin Hollow Community Radio isn't big enough to have interns yet. And that death on this island isn't permanent!"