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INT. FLICKER'S BEDROOM

Flicker is seated at her desk, toying with a pen while angrily staring off into space. She suddenly straightens and reaches down, unzipping her backpack, which she has placed by her chair. She pulls out a remote control just like the ones that the fighters were using in the ring.

She aims the remote at an empty spot on her desk and turns it on. A small figure springs to life, somehow reflecting Flicker's youthful eagerness in its small frame.

Flicker makes the small thing walk around the desk idly before getting an unrelenting look on her face. She leans forward and begins moving the joysticks with more urgency.