The gangly teen sat on her bed, pillow in her lap, blanket around her shoulders, the tv giving off the faint light she was using to write. A bottle of Mt. Dew sat by her side, though it wouldn't be full for long.
Normally she would pay more attention to her writing, but it was one of those days to do nothing.
Then the power went out.
"Suck," she muttered, setting her notebook aside. She put the pillow back, letting the blanket fall as she stood up to go check the emergency generator and left her room. She grabbed the soda on her way out, unscrewed the cap, and lifted it to her mouth.
The sound of static came from her tv.
"Hello?" called a distinctly British voice. "Anyone there?"
"Da heck?" she muttered again, coming back to stand before the screen.
"Ah! There you are. Kind of a dark room. Would've thought you'd have a light or something. Anyway. Doesn't matter." He coughed. "What do you need my help with?"
The girl just stared at him.
"Hello? Connection broken?"
"No-no-I just, I didn't ask for help?"
"You didn't?" He raised his eyebrows, and his messy hairline moved with the motion. "Funny, could've sworn I heard something from-"
That was when a huge claw ripped through her wall. She screamed.
"Help!"
"There it is. Don't worry, I'll be there in a minute."
"Don't take a minute! Get here now!"
But the television had winked out. The girl stared in disbelief at the screen, then the claw that was slowly removing itself, presumably for another attack.
A screech announced the impossible arrival of a large blue box in her room. A tall man with scruffy hair in a pinstripe suit, the same man from her tv, opened the door.
"Don't just stand there. Get in."
"Of all the days to go insane," the girl muttered as she ran into the box, finally taking a drink of her Mt. Dew.