Night Signal Verification

The overhead room lights clicked off, leaving only the dim ambient glow from the city outside. I remained on the flat veneer of the table, resting one boot against the solid base of the glass paperweight. Reaching down to my waist, I drew the handheld radio from my side pocket. I rotated the upper frequency dial until the steady background hiss dropped into silence, verifying the reception channel. Using the rounded surface of the glass sphere beside me, I observed the faint reflections of the dark living room corridor without moving from my station. Everything remains quiet and orderly.