Every sound Edgar makes reaches Radar on a three-second delay; pings emptily around his head for another three seconds until he picks up the transmission. Useless for navigating. (Useless for anything.) He keeps staring at the chair like he's just having extra trouble seeing in the dark. Soon, enough sunlight will come through the window to see John sitting there like he should be.

But then what Edgar's saying finally clicks, and Radar's on his feet too, lunging after him to try and catch his arm. "Edgar, wait -- "