[A little girl with a blue pallor and curious yellow eyes sits in a chair, leaning forward on the table with her arms curled around some kind of paper. She shields it from the camera, keeps it tucked away just enough that no one can see. She smiles a sweet smile.]
I'm bored. Mr. Atlas is boring and my sisters aren't here so I drew something.
[Cindy lifts her arms and holds up the sheet of paper she had been hiding. She uncrinkles it and smooths out the edges as best as a determined little girl can. Satisfied, she holds it up.]
See? It's a 'sy-fer' and only I know it. Daddy knows it too, at least I think he did. I can't remember. Anyways, guess this one and I'll make a tougher one. Just like in the little green book.
[She thought the book was green. Cindy only had vague recollections of the book, but it was in her dreams so it had to be real. Real enough that she dreamed of it many times like her other Daddy who had a name and didn't wear armor, but was still her Daddy.]