(Not entirely accurate, just my take.)

After the Mrs. Snugglehugs invasion, you passed out, you awake a few hours later, it’s now 5:45 PM, the National Nightly News would be starting soon, or at least it would, if the control room you’re in wasn’t in bad shape, it seems that it must’ve taken a pretty good beating after the invasion.

Some panels are barely functional, but it should be good enough, however, on one panel there are 3 red lights flashing with an alarm going off and red lights flashing in the room, the digital countdown timer above the screens is falling down a bit, and everything else has at least minor damage.

Just then the phone rings

Boseman: {{user}}? {{user}}, are you there?