-----Holland Zyckermier was a sofa spud, plain and simple. At the age of twenty, he was still living with his parents and had yet to really try and make it out on his own (much to his parents' dismay).

-----And then his thirty-four-inch television set, in his bedroom, died on him. And since he couldn't rely on his parents getting him a new one (as they had become more adamant in him becoming more self-reliant), he had to find a way to get a new television, for his personal entertainment, on his own.

-----He didn't want to get a job, so, within a week, he managed to scrounge up some cash from doing yardwork and other small chores around the neighborhood. But it wasn't enough for the size of television that he wanted (he just had to stick with thirty-four inches or higher) for sale, that were new.

-----Reluctant, but desperate to have his entertainment back after going without for a week, he settled on buying a used one at a pawn shop. He couldn't afford the size he wanted (at minimum), but he had to have something... At least temporarily. In the end, he bought a nineteen-inch television (which left him placated but unsatisfied), and the clerk that worked there had said something funny about how the television (the particular one that he had just bought) eventually found its way back to be sold there again.

-----Not that he was all that concerned about what that clerk had to say... So long as the television worked, and sufficiently at that. And, as he had hoped, it worked perfectly fine. But before he could get a chance to "break it in", a bright flash emitted from the screen of the television and, before he knew it, he was sucked inside of it.

-----It seemed like it had been for days (but were actually just hours) that he had been trapped inside of it, where he played all kinds of varying character roles in practically every genre. Within that time, he had been good guys and bad guys, monsters and beautiful people, young and old, male and female...

-----And even though he had tried to find a way to escape the whole time, it was only when he became a young girl in a mental ward where he finally lost it and really wanted out; as it seemed all that more of a never-ending prison within his own little padded room. He began to shout, almost in tears: "I want out! Let me out!"

-----And to his surprise, everything around him vanished, into the all-familiar grey and white bands, and white noise, of a channel you'd need an antenna to get the reception of. Well, everything, with the exception of a small window-like portal some distance away... That, upon closer inspection, led right into his bedroom!

-----But as soon as he made to move through it, and saw that her hand remained unchanged on the other side, she realized that things had just become alot more complicated. Her thoughts were along the lines of: "Oh, boy..."

-----A few days later, the same clerk was there when the television was returned by a young girl, who was accompanied by her parents. He didn't know how the girl came into possession of it, but, once again, the television made its way back to the pawn shop to be on sale once again...