Twilight looked at the radio skeptically. He couldn’t blame her. It was a pretty lousy explanation, and if their wireless lamps were anything to go on, they probably had far better communication equipment. He imagined proudly showing off an old bag phone to a kid with an iPhone. She probably wouldn’t be impressed even if it did work—he wondered what she’d thought it was for. He left it on and motioned for her to try it. As soon as she picked it up, the soft static became much louder, disappearing only when she pushed in the transmit button. She muttered something into the radio, and Dale smiled, imagining her voice suddenly being broadcast all over the Coast Guard’s radio channel. It was impossible, of course—there was no way the radio had that kind of range—but it was still an amusing thought.