84 - Past Time

Hey, y'all, it is Jeffrey Kraner speaking to you from the year 2025.

And did you know that Welcome to Night Vale is back out on tour?

We are.

We're going to be up in the northeast in the Boston, New York City area, going all the way over to the upper Midwest in Minnesota.

That's in July.

You kind of draw a line through there and you'll kind of see the towns we'll be hitting.

We'll also be doing Philly down to Florida in September.

And we'll be going from Austin all the way up through the middle of the country into Toronto, Canada in October.

And then we'll be doing the West Coast plus the Southwest plus Colorado in January of 2026.

You can find all of the show dates at welcome to nightvale.com/slash live.

Listen, this brand new live show is so much fun.

It is called Murder Night in Blood Forest, and it stars Cecil Baldwin, of course, Symphony Sanders, me, and live original music by Disparition, and who knows what other special guests may come along for the ride.

These tours are always so much fun, and they are for you, the Die Hard fan, and you, the Night Vale new kid alike.

So, feel comfortable bringing your family, your partner, your coworkers, your cat, whatever.

They don't got to know what a night veil is to like the show.

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Welcome to Night Vale.

It's spring again, which apparently means it's baseball season.

My brother-in-law Steve

Steve and I took his stepdaughter Janice for Little League Baseball tryouts this weekend.

Steve and Janice play catch a lot together.

She really loves the sport.

It's actually pretty adorable.

She shouts things like, go farther Steve, I want to see how far I can throw the ball.

And I shout things like, keep going, Steve, see how far away you can go.

The tryouts were at the Haunted Baseball Baseball Diamond over near the Shambling Orphan housing development.

There were a lot of kids there.

Say what you will about all the people from Desert Bluffs moving to Nightvale and I've said many things, but it's created enormous growth in youth sports.

There are leagues for kids with all kinds of interests and abilities.

Janice tried out for a wheelchair softball league, the first of its kind in Nightvale.

Plus, I got to spend time talking to Little League Baseball coaches Betty Lucero and Lucia Taraschenko.

Lucia is a fascinating woman, so despite having to be around Steve all day, I had a pretty good time.

More on that in a bit.

But first, the news.

In a study released today, the Greater Nightvale medical community has found a statistical link between a high carbohydrate diet and the number of squirrels on your lawn.

According to the study, they found that people who take in a higher than normal number of carbohydrates have an average of 4.74 squirrels somewhere on their lawn, but those with lower carb intake have a slightly different number of squirrels.

A representative from the Greater Nightvale Medical Community said, you can see from this pie chart, and here the representative pointed at an American flag, that the data shows a statistical link between these things.

Another representative, who was previously unnoticed, then emerged from behind the first representative and stated, It is important that you adjust your carbohydrate intake and or your trust slash distrust of squirrels accordingly.

The first representative then did a set of 12 push-ups, the kind where you clap your hands between each one.

Believe us, we're doctors.

A third representative said, as she lowered herself down headfirst from the ceiling at the back of the room.

As everyone turned to see her, she said, just kidding, and then the three representatives began juggling and doing yo-yo tricks to hip-hop music.

And now it's time for another edition of, Hey there, Cecil.

Hey there, Cecil.

I just moved into a new apartment, and after two months, my landlord is telling me I'm behind on rent.

But I've been paying my rent.

On the last day of each month, I carry a 20-stone bag of quartz chips and two pheasant carcasses and lay them outside his office.

What am I doing wrong?

Also, what is the currency these days?

Signed, In Debt in Old Town.

Hey there in debt.

Well, I think you're in the wrong here.

Quartz and dead pheasants are not currency.

They have not been legal tender since the 1990s, so you are in arrears on your rent.

Here's what I would do.

Write a nice note to your landlord explaining you didn't understand how money works.

Then maybe find a different job where they pay you an actual American currency, which has no physical form and is just a series of arbitrary numbers printed on ATM receipts.

Hope this helps.

Hey there, Cecil.

I love dogs a lot.

The other day, I saw a young couple out walking the cutest little beagle puppy.

I asked if I could pet him.

They didn't say anything, but the dog had the sweetest expression.

So I pet the dog.

The couple didn't speak or move.

She just glared at me.

The boy was smiling.

And as the dog licked my hand, I asked the boy, what's your dog's name?

And the boy laughed.

It was a cruel, hollow laugh.

And I pet the dog once more and they left.

And I can't get that dog out of my head.

I'm dreaming about it now.

Terrible dreams, terrible dreams where I cannot move.

I wake, physically incapacitated and crying.

When I can finally move, I run to the bathroom, needing to vomit, but unable.

I am covered in cold, cold sweat, but my face is on fire.

I hunch over the sink, spitting up small globs of black tar every single night.

So my question is: should I get a dog?

And if so, is a beagle a good breed?

Signed, Dog Lover in Downtown.

Hey there, Dog Lover.

You should absolutely get a dog.

You sound allergic to beagles, so maybe a basset instead.

Hey there, Cecil.

What are you doing Saturday night at say 8 p.m.?

Would you be interested in an opera and drinks after?

Signed, Lonely Boy in the Laboratory.

Hey there, Lonely Boy.

Yes, I would very much like an opera and

whatever else after.

And now back to the tryouts.

Coach Lucia Taraschenko told me she'd been seeing more and more of those strangers lately, and she does not like them.

They stand and stare at the kids, at the coaches, at the parents, just breathing, not moving or speaking.

Them I do not like, Lucia said.

At first, I thought they were from these desert bluffs.

So many of those people coming to Nightvale, but Desert Bluffs families play in the baseball league now.

I meet them, they are nice people, they are good people.

They do not stand and stare and breathe, Lucia said.

These strangers, they are from someplace else.

Not here, not desert bluffs, they are not humans.

They are not even ghosts, believe me, I should know, Lucia said and then laughed.

Get it because I am dead?

I told Lucia I got it, but she continued, I'm dead, Cecil, it's funny, laugh, okay?

I am a ghost.

And so I laughed.

It was genuinely funny.

But then she went suddenly solemn.

Oh,

these strangers.

They remind me of those terrible men on the train.

I asked Lucia, what men on the train?

But just then an errantly thrown baseball bounced to a stop at Lucia's feet.

She bent over to pick it up, but, being a ghost, her hands went right through it.

Ah, Cecil, some days I can pick up the ball, some days I cannot.

Will you help?

I picked up the baseball and threw it back to the child, who nearly fell over running, but caught it nonetheless.

And Lucia said, you still have a good arm, Cecil.

You are a great shortstop.

I told her I don't remember playing baseball, and she laughed and said, well, you know what they say about growing old.

Memory is the second thing to go.

I asked, what's the first?

Relevance, she said quickly.

Relevance.

Listeners, sorry I have to interrupt my story.

We're getting another call from Hiram McDaniels, literal five-headed dragon and former mayoral candidate.

Hiram is in the jailhouse for attempting to kill our current mayor, and he's on our phones now.

Hiram, hello?

Cecil!

It's me, Hiram's violet head!

Hello, Violet.

Listeners, it was Hiram's violet head who courageously turned in his other four heads for their crimes against the mayor.

Violet, how are you?

We cut a hole in the cell where our main body and our other foreheads are.

My head is poking out of the hole and into the fresh air.

Technically, I'm not in jail, but I am also not free.

I think I've made a mistake.

You did the right thing, Violet.

Your other foreheads wanted to kill the mayor.

There are five of us, but there is one of us.

I'm not sure I follow.

Do I contradict myself?

Very well then, I contradict myself.

I am large.

I contained multitudes.

Aha, my favorite line from Die Hard.

Cecil, I've removed myself as a witness for the prosecution.

I stand with my other heads.

I stand with and for myself.

And it sure is nice to have you back, purp.

Uh, sorry, you are not purple.

You are violet.

I respect that.

Thanks, Goldhead.

Injustice makes me sad.

We're gonna do our best, Gray.

We're gonna do our best.

We will burn the courthouse!

We will devour the judge!

We will crush the jury with our tail!

They are shackling and muzzling us for our own trial, Cecil.

They think our greenhead is serious in his threats.

My threats are only metaphors, you soft, sentient pouches of future food!

Cecil, I cannot be separated from myself.

I may disagree with myself, but I am in this altogether.

Violet, I don't know if...

But listen, Cecil.

If Night Vale knew the trouble they were in, they'd let us out so we could help fight these strangers.

Oh, believe me, Hiram, the new sheriff is working double time to get rid of the desert bluffs.

Not desert bluffs, people, Cecil.

They're harmless, hard-working folks.

I'm talking about the strangers, the ones that don't move, the ones that breathe.

You tell your mayor, friend, I can stop them.

We're not strong enough.

They would be quite resistant to our fire and even our strength.

We will tear the strangers to pink, fleshy shreds, and then chew them them and then swallow them.

I am being literal.

I will fight with you, green.

You two golden, gray, and blue.

We could do this.

We could do this, but

Cecil, we need out of this prison.

I don't know what I can do about that, Hiram.

I'm sure you'll think of something.

We are going to make it through this.

Thanks, buddy.

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Little league coach Lucia Tereschenko told me the incredible story of her journey to Nightvale.

When she was a young woman, she left her home to travel west, across America.

She wanted to find a new life for herself out of the crowded, smoke-choked cities.

She walked for miles, picking up work in roadside towns.

She rode in carriages when she had money and she eventually found a job, making belts for an old tanner who worked Lucia long hours for little pay.

The old tanner was otherwise kind and treated Lucia like her very own daughter because she never had a family.

But the tanner grew ill and Lucia took care of her, bathing her and fetching herb mixtures from the apothecary.

One morning, the old woman was no more.

Lucia ran her business for a while longer, but since the tanner had no heirs and Lucia did not feel she had found her true home, she continued west, where there was supposedly golden sunshine along an azure sea.

Soon, however, she once again was in desperate need of money.

so that she could eat and could sleep in safety.

She met some men, silent men, men who kept their faces in shadows, who kept their voices in shadows, who kept their guns in shadows.

And she worked for them, never knowing what her job was.

Just that she was to ride the train with them until the time was right.

One afternoon, the men stood up simultaneously and moved in different directions, one to the front of the train, one to the rear.

One climbed through the ceiling onto the roof of the car.

Two more drew pistols on the the passengers.

They told Lucia to keep everyone calm.

The train whined to a halt, and the men hurriedly unloaded crates from the rear car onto a horse-drawn cart.

The crates were warm, warmer than the air around them.

They smelled sharp and earthy, like freshly ground cinnamon.

The apparent sheriff of the little town they stopped in, the town of Nightvale, a place she'd never heard of, soon arrived.

He was wearing wearing a welding mask and a cowboy hat.

The sheriff drew his gun on the shadowy men, but being outnumbered, he was unable to do much to stop them.

So, while calming the others on the train, Lucia crept behind one of the men.

He had a kerchief drawn across his face, not an actual kerchief tied in front of his face, but a simulacrum of patterned fabric hand-drawn on his face.

Using one of her leather belts, Lucia whipped the gun out of his hand and deftly picked it up from the ground.

She fired at the outlaws, felling both.

Outside, the sheriff felled two more.

But, as she climbed up the top of the car, she heard a shot from just below her.

And then she was lying on her back.

She couldn't remember why she had laid down.

She saw, in the sky just above her, a dark planet of awesome size.

lit by no sun.

She didn't know how she had not noticed it before.

It was so close.

An invisible titan, all thick black forests and jagged mountains and deep turbulent oceans.

And then,

well,

let me take you first to the weather.

Wherever we go, we'll never be lost.

Some follow the compass or some follow the cross.

Me, I follow rolls compulsively till sirens call me off.

Then I wander, eyes closed.

Following songs,

rivers are hymnal in the leaves of applause.

Trees singing whispers, with the wind pulling their arms.

Hold still and listen, your hand and my heart.

If you need them, these beacons will lead you back to the start.

Yup, no access in these woods.

Since before your father stood, that path is beating good.

But the feet of all that wander through it.

old growth, holds hope, let the bravel scrape your skin.

Scars of storybooks pull out to wash away your sins.

Now let that sun slip, then let that moon rise.

Follow in no footsteps, listen for the true gods words to play tricks upon pretty blue eyes as that glimmer of the river.

Or your village finally brought back to life.

Follow me tonight.

I'll show you what it's like

to be alive.

I know

seems like we're all lost

We see the secrets, we know the unknown

Know the unknown Know the unknown

Keep close, hold my hand up, just be strong

We can follow this river right back to your home

Back to your home

Back to your home

Alice and beside a hundred years before this they are packing up supplies Preparing for a long trip They may not survive Many of them notice They would rather die than believe the cross.

So so so so so so this is why we try We bet it all on hopeless And swim against the tide until our every bone is broken A sinking ship is still a ship No captains both deorbit till the crew is flew Grows nested silent beneath the ocean We set sail without an anchor We count upon that never stop and anchor's just a coffin nail waiting for that hammer drop It holds you by the ankles till it pulls you to the acorn trade stable to be able to slip out from under devil's thumb Keep your acres, my home is where my hat is hung Postcard, printed paper, and love notes from the lattice rung Blessed are the vagrant, the lonely, all the static ones.

It's every trip, there's confirmation this world is just ravishing.

I know,

it seems like we're all lost.

We can follow this river back home,

river back home, river back home, home.

I know,

it seems like we're out lost.

We see the secrets, we know the unknown,

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Keep close, hold my hand up, just be strong.

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I asked Lucia if that's how she died.

Well, one moment I'm in a gunfight, she said, and the next moment I'm a ghost.

She asked I had a cigarette.

I don't smoke, so I said no.

Neh, I couldn't hold it anyway, she admitted.

Why are you living in a baseball diamond?

I asked her.

She said this wasn't always a baseball diamond, it was just a field, a field where train tracks used to run, a field where a train once rolled to a stop.

But right around this time the game of baseball was becoming popular, and kids began coming to the field to play.

Lucia watched and learned and grew to love the sport's simplicity and structured grace.

It's a beautiful game, Cecil.

So I started trying to coach the kids, but since I'm translucent and hazy, they got scared and ran away, calling this the haunted baseball diamond.

Over time, the kids realized I had some helpful things to say about batting stances and hitting the cutoff men, so they came back.

Lucia turned to one of the kids.

I am the ball, Manny, she shouted.

I asked Lucia, so you think those men on the train were related to these strangers in Nightvale now?

You do not see evil like that very often, she said.

But no, those men on the train performed their evil because they needed whatever was in those crates more than they needed life or peace, she said.

These strangers, they don't need anything,

they are evil for evil's own sake.

I looked over and saw Steve and Janice coming my way.

They were high-fiving and grinning.

Lucia said, She's a good kid, good arm.

She's going to be a great shortstop like her uncle.

I told Lucia I hope we have a good baseball season and it was wonderful catching up with her.

Steve, Janice, and I turned to walk back to Steve's van.

Lucia whispered to me,

We're past time for hope, Cecil.

They're no longer coming.

They're here,

and we cannot stop something that wants nothing.

Staring straight at Janice, ignoring Lucia, I said, you made the team.

Congrats.

Let's get ice cream.

Behind us, I heard a distant bark.

There was a sweet, sickening yelp.

And in the reflection on the van window, I could see a boy in a hoodie, hoodie, holding a beagle puppy, and both of them were looking at us.

I felt cold sweat, but my face was hot.

My tongue was sticky and thick.

Steve, can we get a dog?

Janice said, all strapped in.

Let's get that ice cream, okay?

I interrupted.

The dog barked again, and I did not look.

I did not look at anything as I got in my seat and shut the door.

I felt like throwing up.

Thanks for driving, Steve, I said, putting my hand softly on his arm.

He looked momentarily amused.

No, not amused.

Concerned.

And we drove away as Janice told us all about her new team.

Stay tuned next.

for something lurking just outside your window.

Don't worry.

It's not a human.

And as always, good night, Night Vale.

Good night.

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Hey y'all, it is Jeffrey Kraner speaking to you from the year 2025.

And did you know that Welcome to Night Vale is back out on tour?

We are.

We're going to be up in the northeast in the Boston, New York City area, going all the way over to the upper Midwest in Minnesota.

That's in July.

You'll kind of draw a line through there and you'll kind of see the the towns we'll be hitting.

We'll also be doing Philly down to Florida in September.

And we'll be going from Austin all the way up through the middle of the country into Toronto, Canada in October.

And then we'll be doing the West Coast plus the Southwest plus Colorado in January of 2026.

You can find all of the show dates at welcome to nightvale.com slash live.

Listen, this brand new live show is so much fun.

It is called Murder Night in Blood Forest, and it stars Cecil Baldwin, of course, Symphony Sanders, me, and live original music by Disparition, and who knows what other special guests may come along for the ride.

These tours are always so much fun and they are for you, the diehard fan, and you, the Night Vale new kid alike.

So feel comfortable bringing your family, your partner, your co-workers, your cat, whatever.

They don't got to know what a night veil is to like the show.

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