Citizens of Night Vale, an update on the mysterious angel statues that have been appearing around the city. You will recall that the angels have their faces hidden in their hands, and that Old Woman Josie denies any association with them.
I have been asked to pass on a message by a man with a bow-tie, who lives in the blue telephone box that materialized in the Arby's parking lot this afternoon, as reported earlier. The message is:
Don’t blink.
Blink and you’re dead.
Don’t turn your back.
Don’t look away.
And don’t blink.
Good Luck.
And now - the weather.
Notes:
(See the end of the chapter for notes.)
The Police Box door opens into a large room filled with mysterious equipment that looks simultaneously antiquated and too advanced for my fragile human mind to comprehend. I take a few steps closer, amazed at the intricacy of the workmanship. Truly, this is a work of art - undeniably functional, yet beauty has not been discarded in a quest for utility.
The red-headed woman clears her throat. "It's bigger on the inside," she prompts.
"Pardon?" I say.
"It's bigger on the inside," she repeats. "That's what most people say when they enter the TARDIS."
"I know," I say. "Most things are."
Notes:
The Doctor's psychic paper doesn't work on Cecil, either. It's very frustrating for him.