Carpathia seemed to be wrapping up his remarks, but something was strange about his voice. Buck had never heard him struggle to speak, but he had grown hoarse. Carpathia turned away from the mike, covered his mouth, and attempted to clear his throat. “Pardon me,” he said, his voice still raspy. “But I wish you and the rabbi here all the best and welcome you, ahem, ahem, once again, excuse me—”
Oh no, I’ve seen this before! There is a phantom somewhere in the stadium, and he must be angry that box five was not left empty. Everybody, watch for falling chandeliers and keep your hand at the level of your eyes!
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