“Let's see, volume on, tuning dial here, a flicker of light and a whiff of burning filament and voilà, Billy are you there?”
“Mommy, mommy.”
“Billy, can you hear me it's Mommy, sweetie... Gosh-darn static. Let me try this station.”
“Claire, can you hear me, Claire?”
“Henry, is that you?”
“It's Time Claire”
“Time?”
“You won't need the radio anymore dear. Just turn it off and you'll be right here with us.”
“Promise?”
“Promise.”
“Click.”