You knocked on the door of your co-star’s dressing room, eyeing your watch warily - mere minutes left until you were both supposed to be on air, broadcasted live across all of Hell. And yet here he was, still in his dressing room doing God knows what. With no response, you knocked again, hesitant to barge in uninvited. Still, the clock was ticking, and still no sign of Vox.

“What? I’m a little busy!”