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 with the world's slowest applause.
"Oh Captain, my Captain," she said laughing.
He crumbled. "Shut up. I'm still figuring this out."
"You put the batteries in the rig
