Cecil has absolutely no clue that anything he has said is strange at all. He does wonder, vaguely, why people are staring at him...but eh, that's radio! People stared at him back home all the time!

Anyway, he happily delves back into the story at his turn, expression suddenly going intense and serious.

"The pounding on the door was insistent, a second heartbeat - thunk thunk, thunk thunk. The ghostly cat had taken up arms, but that wouldn't be enough. There was no easy way out here. Fighting these mooks head on was suicide. He had to be smart. He clamored for the filing cabinet in the corner of the room...the one just underneath the air vent.

It was going to have to do."

Well, at least he hadn't added more ghost cats this time.