What followed was three minutes of the 2009 I'm a Celebrity… promos, except every celebrity had no face. Just smooth, grey skin where their eyes and mouths should be.

He never recorded a show again. But sometimes, late at night, the old Bush recorder whirs to life by itself. The display reads , and if you put your ear to the speaker, you can hear Sweep laughing.

Then the studio door opened.

Leo didn't want to watch it. But his hand moved on its own. He loaded the disc back in. He pressed .

Leo grabbed the remote. He tried to change the channel. Nothing. He tried to turn the TV off. Nothing.