 Casey bustled around the set of its talk show busily.  Tonight was the big night!  An interview with the rising star of the heroism industry!  It couldn’t have been more excited.  The crowd muttered in various alien languages, each from a different planet.  Finally, Casey sat behind its ebony desk, motioning for the spotlight to shine on the current guest (who was currently passed out on the armchair.  Talk about poor showmanship!)Â
“Good evening everyone, and welcome to Casey’s Corner!  I’m your lovable host, the one and only Casey!”  The crowd cheered.
“Please, hold your applause.  Tonight we have a very special guest star!  Let’s give them a hand, eh?”
 Trixie didn’t know what had happened. One minute she was at her desk, working on something, then she suddenly blacked out, waking up in what looked like a...talk show? With the guy on the coin she got?
 Something weird was going on here...
 “What the...?” She murmured to herself, sitting up straight in her seat. “Hey, what’s going on? How did I get here?” Might as well play it calm for now.