The figure begins spinning and kicking, striking at an invisible foe as if it is in the fighting ring.

A slow smile spreads across Flicker's face.

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INT. FLICKER'S HOUSE'S ENTRANCE - MORNING

Flicker bounds down the stairs, backpack slung off one shoulder, with a grin on her face. MS. QUINCY, a harried, middle-aged, single mother, swoops over, pressing a kiss to the top of her daughter's head.

MS. QUINCY
Good morning, sweetheart.

FLICKER
Morning.

MS. QUINCY
I hope last night wasn't too boring. I just keep getting night shifts...

FLICKER
It's fine. I read a lot. Did my homework.

MS. QUINCY
That's wonderful, dear. Well, you have a good day at school. I think your ride is here.