FLICKER
Yes!

She pumps a fist in the air, grinning.

From downstairs, she hears the slam of the front door and her mother's voice.

MS. QUINCY
Flicker?

Flicker hurriedly turns off the holo-fig and hides the remote in the top drawer of her desk before dashing out of the room to greet her mother.

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INT. FLICKER'S HOUSE'S ENTRANCE

Flicker clatters down the stairs and grabs her mother in a fierce hug. The woman pauses in taking off her coat and a slow smile spreads over her face as she returns the embrace.

MS. QUINCY
(amused)
So I take it you're feeling better?

Flicker pulls back, attempting to act subdued. She shrugs.