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“A friendly desert community where the sun is hot, the moon is beautiful, and mysterious lights pass overhead while we all pretend to sleep. Welcome to Night Vale.
Hello listeners………
……..Told us to evacuate the building. But then, who would be hear to talk sweetly to all of you out there? Settling in to be another clear night and pretty evening here in Night Vale. I hope all of you out there have someone to sleep through it with, or, at least, good memories of when you did.
Good night, listeners. Good night.
Proverb: Look to the north. Keep looking. There’s nothing coming from the south.”
There was a moment of silence in the Impala that quickly reverted to white static. Dean flicked the radio off so the silence was renewed, glancing over at Sam whose brow was furrowed in deep thought.
“So….” Sam began. “…Are we….?”
“Yup.” Dean nodded his head.
“We don’t even know where…” Sam tried to point out
“Doesn’t matter. We’ll find it.” Dean countered.
“Do we…”
“Every last one of them.”
TBC