The boy laughs, tossing the remote to his friends. Flicker watches it sail through the air.

FLICKER
No!

One of the friends catches it and tosses it back to the boy, who pretends to fumble and drops it on the ground. The remote breaks apart.

BOY
(dryly)
Oops.

He and his friends laugh as they leave.

Flicker drops to her knees, tears in her eyes, and holds the pieces of her remote, scanning them frantically before letting her head drop and starting to cry.

WINNER
Hey, kid.

Flicker looks up tearfully to find the winner from last night looming over her, offering her a hand. She accepts it, wiping her nose with her free arm, and stands.