Lyra sat in the living room, feeling oddly out of place in her pajamas. Her parents weren't around, and her brothers were out doing whatever it was that they did. This was her only chance. Time to test whether writing a name on a scrap from the notebook would kill. 

She sat with her English notebook on her lap, the sheet from the Death Note laid on top of it. But her focus was on the television in front of her. She flicked through the channels with the remote control, searching for a live broadcast. It would be foolish for her to kill another person living physically close to her with the Death Note - that was draw the worst sort of attention to her school or her family. That meant her victim had to be someone more well known. A celebrity, politician, whatever.

Her stopped on a news station. One of the anchors, Oscar Chapman, was a middle aged man who'd been caught cheating on his wife the previous year. It had been quite the scandal. Though he claimed all was forgiven within his family, Lyra couldn't help but view him as a scumbag. Only jerks cheated!
	
She wrote the name before she could reason herself out of it, then watched the television with her breath held. Ten seconds... twenty... thirty-nine... forty... nothing. Lyra buried her head in her hands. So it didn't work. The only way she could write her own name in an emergency was by keeping the entire notebook on her.

The female anchor working with Chapman gasped. Lyra's head jerked upward, and her eyes widened as Chapman's hands shot toward his heart and he struggled to breathe. It had worked! But why had it taken so long?

Lyra giggled madly as it hit her. Broadcast delay. [i]Duh[/i]. 

"Bye-bye, Mr. Cheater," she whispered. The scrap of paper worked. From now on, Lyra would always be safe.