Begin to hope and all the colours start to change;

[Madoka is sitting on her bed in her pyjamas. Her hair's loose, her knees are drawn up to her chest and her arms are wrapped around them. She doesn't look happy. Not at all. It's a little too dark to see her face properly, so you can't tell if she's been crying or not, but when she speaks, she sounds as if she might have just finished.]

... Hello there, everyone. Can I... um, is it okay if I ask everyone a favour? Could someone talk to me, please? I-I don't think I'll be able to sleep tonight...