Blue sounded hopeful at her mention of returning to their hideout, and Lex was never one to disappoint. "Absolutely," he assured her, bringing her hand up just long enough to press a kiss to it as they made their ascent.<br/><br/>Said ascent still as unforgiving as could be expected, but now that he could see, Lex had to take a moment to appreciate his surroundings. The stairwell seemed to stretch on forever, and it almost seemed bigger on the inside than it was on the outside. Which was certainly saying something, since it was already pretty overwhelming from the outside. The climb was worth it though, because they did eventually reach the top, and Lex was able to satisfy his curiosities for himself. More or less, anyway. And his curiosities were... not satisfied, to say the least.<br/><br/>"You guys really weren't kidding," he remarked as he made his way inside. "This place is pretty barren, isn't it?" Blue moved to the window, and he moved behind her, draping his arms around her shoulders and propping his chin atop her head. "Maybe not. But it's the only lead we've got so far, so I still have to try."<br/><br/>They separated, Lex gliding a few feet away to the desk. The radio, a big burly contraption with a number of buttons that Lex couldn't distinguish, stood by itself on the desk. He stared at it blankly as he lowered himself to the incredibly lush seat. Even in his half-vision, he could still make out a few crucial details. For one, there was only one tape. And another, more curious detail was the remote speaker microphone that hung from a prong at the side of the radio.<br/><br/>"Who were they talking to?" he asked, as if somehow Blue would be able to answer him. Tired of staring at the black smear that was the radio, he swiveled around in his chair to look at Blue. "You wanna see if you can turn this on again?"<br/><br/>He had a theory. It was one that scared him just a little bit, but it was the one he was running with. The fact that there was only one tape suggested to him that<span style="font-style: italic">something</span>they'd heard had been live. It could've been the noise they first heard when Marcus turned it on; that horrible, piercing wail that had led Jenessa and the others to them. However, the weight that hung in his gut stemmed from the fact that on the other hand,  it could've also been his mother. The idea that it might have actually been her frightened him just slightly, but he hoped against hope that it was the case.