The TV-Elara's lips moved, but no sound came from the set. Instead, a single line of white text scrolled across the bottom, like a news ticker.
She stared at the dead black glass of the M6, waiting for it to come back, to tell her what to do next. But it stayed dark. She was alone now. Direct had been cut. And the thing in the wardrobe was learning to move in real time. Tv M6 Direct
The screen went grey again. Then black. Then the faint hum of a truly dead television filled the room. The TV-Elara's lips moved, but no sound came from the set