The Silence of Station Management

The sirens call, the ashes fall In this peculiar little town. Dr. Lubel and her fellow scientists emerged unscathed From station management's offices. The noises were a Halloween sound effects cassette running on a loop. There's no one in that office, and there hasn't been for decades. I was waiting for a ceasefire from these people, or at least an apology. They'd already killed Sarah Sultan. They killed the glow cloud and now station management? I feared station management, yes, but I didn't like them, but they were my station management.