…The light from the television falls away leaving Stuart staring blankly at the empty screen. Seconds pass quickly as they are suddenly minutes, while Stuart’s gaze stays firmly planted on the screen. The silence is soon washed away as gently buzz beings to emit itself from the well inside the screen. A buzz that grows louder and louder with each passing moment. Then as it reaches its crescendo an arm reaches out towards him, and while Stuart’s eyes scream out, his body remains stationary. Some countless moments later a second arm reaches out, and with unseen focus, the hands grip either side of the screen, and a figure pulls himself out and he falls to the floor before Stuart.
His lips tremble and a sea of sweat streams down his face as his eyes terrified, looks down upon the huddles figure. “W-W-W-Wha…” But his words find themselves captured in his throat as the figure stands quickly up, and stands proudly before him. “B-B-Brad?” he stammers in surprise.
“That’s right Stewie, it’s me Brad Pitt, your old mate!” Brad says with a playful wink, and a broad grin.
“B-B-B-But how?” Stuart mumbles as he looks bewilderingly over to the television.
“Let’s not get caught up in the how, and keep ourselves in the now,” Brad says as he moves in the way of Stuart’s gaze, dragging it back to him. “IT’S ME, BRAD PITT! Don’t want to waste THAT worrying about how it is, RIGHT?”…