Elara didn't breathe. Behind her, the wardrobe door creaked open.
"Hello?" she whispered.
Yet, there it was. Direct.
The M6 signal wasn't a channel. It was a direct line. A live feed from a second of the future, a splinter in time maintained by something that needed her alive. The shape in the reflection took a single, silent step toward the TV-Elara. Tv M6 Direct
The screen went grey again. Then black. Then the faint hum of a truly dead television filled the room. Elara didn't breathe