When you're pulled into a bus in the Bronx, you're only there for a minute. Just a minute. You know you're among other imPorts, but you don't know why. Then just as you're about to protest this sudden inconvenience, you hear an incredibly painful SCREEEEEEEEEECCCHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

And then you're back where you were, that moment before. Weird. And the even weirder thing is that during the whole day, you keep getting the same radio-like sounds in your head: a song, someone speaking, and a audio clip. ON LOOP.

FOR THE WHOLE DAY.

Here's what you, as an individual, hear:

this song

These words:

"It won't happen until late September. That's when Vulcanus wants it to happen, that's when we'll have everything lined up."

this audio clip