WINNER
Was this his holo-fig?

Flicker nods, her face crumpling with sorrow once again.

The winner examines the pieces.

WINNER
I'm sorry, kid. You did good tonight, but maybe this is for the best.

She passes the pieces back to Flicker before moving past her to leave.

FADE TO:

INT. FLICKER'S BEDROOM - MORNING

Flicker is a motionless lump in her bed. Her mother knocks softly on the door before entering, looking worried.

MS. QUINCY
Flicker, sweetie, get up. You're going to be late for school.

Flicker doesn't move.

Ms. Quincy sits on her bed. Flicker has pulled the blanket up to her nose and is staring resolutely out of the window.

MS. QUINCY
Is this about what happened at school?