You tripped and banged your head on the asphalt. When your hand went to your face, little speckled pebbles and a bit of dirt rolled off at the touch, and the bruise was already swelling. Behind the fence, the boombox is trying to eat your tape, Octavius’s Audio Noir, with the play button stuck. Your ears are full of busted hip-hop, drowned electronics, and vocals shouted and whispered from inside the smash-windowed abandoned house no one dares go near. Dalek and Sonic Sum have visited here, but everyone else has been too scared. You’re dizzy, after being knocked out for a terrifying moment.