The old CRT TV screen shuts off, then flickers back to life. A girl is tapping on the screen from the other side.

“Um… is this thing on? Hellooooo?”

An unintelligible voice mumbles in the background. The girl’s eyes light up.

“Oh, it is? Perfect!” She steps back a bit, smiling and waving with both her hands. “Hi hi! I’m really sorry, but we’re interrupting your regularly scheduled programming. Madoka can’t make it here, so... we’ll be hosting the show instead!”

The girl puffs her chest out proudly.

“I’ll be your new host for now! It’s so exciting to meet you all! I’m Cia!!”

A stock clip of polite clapping plays.

“Thank you, thank you very much. I hope you all enjoyed the ride getting here!” The girl pouts. “It is pretty unfair that my friends get to make their debuts first, but just you wait. I’ll be there soon enough! Now… we did have three (or four??) dazzling (mini) interludes semi-prepared, but unfortunately… we kinda sorta ran out of time. But, not to fear! Whenever next time rolls around, we’ll be sure to reserve the opening slot! Audience-polling is all the rage nowadays, after all, and we wouldn’t want to deprive you of the experience!!”

The girl glances back at the clock on the wall, then puts on an apologetic face.

“Anyway, it seems our time together is just about up. It may be a bit sad, and seem a bit too quick, but hey, that just means we have more to look forward to in the future. We'll try to make our next appearance even better to make up for it. Take care, everyone!”

The girl winks at the screen as she waves.

The TV shuts down.