"Uh. what are you doing?" The door cracks open to the Radio Station, the top of KB's head visible through it. "It's getting late. why are you just standing out here. Curfew's in 2 hours, shouldn't you be at home or something?" He's paranoid- he always has been, since the paradox, at least- an unfamiliar face loitering outside the radio station is cause for concern. "You're not here to eliminate me because I know too much are you?" He questions, the words barely above a whisper. "I promise I won't tell anybody about the fact the ghosts are working for the CIA-" He trails off. "Oh. you're just some kid.... What are you.... doing?"
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