Karyn was hoping the pizza would come soon. She had decided to splurge and order pizza because none of the cans of soup she kept stowed away in the pantry looked appetizing. She peeked out of the studio, wondering if she hadn't heard the doorbell ring through the cheap soundproofing in the studio. Unlikely. She could hear animals in the forest preserve behind the station, one doorbell ought not be too hard to hear.

She went back, took a request call that she could play after the next commercial break, and sighed. It wasn't that she disliked the night shift, really, but sometimes, the lull made her want to move down to a smaller market where she would be good enough to be an afternoon drive DJ. She pulled her headphones off, reminding herself that a) she was in radio, her dream, b) she was still fully human, thank god, and c) hadn't she been complaining about having to get up early back before she started working nights?