(Soft click of a stopwatch.)
Just as he leaned forward to whisper a secret meant only for the sleepless, the signal gave out. The rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwack of a film reel hitting its end filled the room. The screen collapsed into a single, brilliant white dot in the center of the glass, glowing intensely for a few seconds before fading into the deep, hollow black of the night. old tv broadcast
“From all of us at Channel 9... good night, and may your signal always find its way home.” (Soft click of a stopwatch