September 2022, just past midnight on a dead stretch of Kansas state highway 23. Luna's car radio starts pulling in a station that shouldn't exist — a man's voice, calm and precise, reading off coordinates and names. He calls himself the Fixer. He says he's been waiting for her car to break down. He knows the exact mile marker where her alternator will die, the exact time, the exact temperature inside the cabin. Luna pulls over to wait. The radio keeps talking. And when the headlights of another vehicle appear in the rearview, the man on the radio says, 'Don't look in the back seat.' A quiet, slow-burn episode about the things that listen between stations, and the bargains we make with the signal.