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straight ahead.” Terry looked over his shoulder as he said it, and Doyle now saw fear in place of his earlier curiosity.
    “ Come on Terry; let’s get the hell out of here.”
    “ Wait, it could be behind that outcrop.” He said, pointing to a large shadow draped formation.
    “ You really want to go down there to check?”
    “ Just a quick look to see if it’s there, and that’s all.”
    Doyle wanted to protest, but Terry was already walking down the embankment.
    “Terry, just leave it, this is stupid.”
    “ Wait there if you want.” He said as he ran the last few steps down to level ground. I’ll go take a look and come right back.”
    Doyle hesitated, he wanted no part of it now, and the more obsessive Terry got over the situation, the more he wished he had kept it to himself. Doyle watched as his friend walked towards the outcrop. He noted with more than a little envy that Terry seemed to carry none of Doyle’s own apprehension or fear. He reached the outcrop, and disappeared out of sight behind it.
    Doyle waited. He knew it had only been half a minute at most, but it felt as if an age had passed until Terry poked his head back around the edge of the rock.
    “ Hey, come on down here and take a look, this is… unusual to say the least.”
    Despite his apprehension, he was also curious, and before he could really think about it, he was carefully baby-stepping down the embankment and walking towards his friend and the huge rock formation. He covered the ground quickly, and stood next to his friend.
    “Take a look,” Terry said with a grin.
    Doyle did.
    There was nothing there.
     
    Doyle looked at the expanse of empty land, and then turned to his friend.
    “ I don’t get it, what are you trying to show me?”
    Terry pointed straight ahead.
    “There.”
    Doyle looked.
    Rock, grass, sand. The warm summer breeze sent more sand rolling lightly across the surface with a soft ssssssssssssssss
    “ I don’t see anything.”
    “ Exactly.”
    “ Come on, stop with the riddles. Spit it out.”
    Terry grinned, his face taking on a ghastly appearance in the shadowy half-light.
    “Warm night tonight isn’t it?” Terry said.
    “ What the hell does that have to do with anything?”
    “ Trust me.”
    “ I do, it’s just a freaky enough situation as it is, without you talking in riddles and getting all cryptic.” Doyle said, unable to mask his annoyance.
    “ I’m sorry, it’s just... this is incredible. Okay, the less cryptic version. Tonight is a warm night. Right?”
    “ Yeah, it’s been hot every night for weeks. But you already know that.”
    Terry nodded. “I do. Now walk with me.”
    “Why?”
    “ I can’t tell you, I need to verify my findings.”
    Doyle sighed, and shrugged his shoulders.
    “Whatever you say, we have already done more than I bargained for anyhow. Let’s go.”
    The pair started to walk, and Doyle was aware that Terry was watching him, waiting for some reaction or other. He had gone only seven paces when he felt it. The sticky warmth of the day was replaced by an icy cold.
    “What the hell?” Doyle said, taking a few backwards steps. Again, he was in the residual heat of the summer night.
    “ Did you feel it?” Terry asked. “The change in temperature?”
    “ Yeah, yeah I did.” Doyle said, staring at the ground in front of him. He reached an arm out, and he felt the shift from warm to cold.
    “ What the hell is this?”
    “ This,” Terry replied, “is where our broadcast originates from.”
    “ But there’s nothing here.” Doyle said, still moving his arm from cold to warm air and back again.
    “ I don’t know what it is, although I have my suspicions. All I know is that this could be one of the greatest discoveries that man has ever made.”
    Doyle pulled his arm away, flicking a glance to his friend. “Do you think it’s paranormal? You know, spiritual?”
    Terry shrugged and grinned, pushing his glasses up his face.
    “ I don’t know, maybe. It could