There is Nothing Wrong With Your Television Set.

Scottie was turning on the TV when Hannah returned, fresh, clean, and in a pajama camisole with matching shorts, tied at the waist.

"You still at it?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said as he shuffled four different remotes in his hands. "Took me a little longer to get the right cables, connections, and batteries for this little guy," he said wiggling the new controller. "I think I got it all figured out... and there!"

With a click of the remote, the screen turned black.

The sound of a single person clapping filled the space. Turning around, Scottie found Hannah smirking at him...