Nikki leaves her porn den and enters her house, calling out for her son Micah to get up and get ready for school. She goes to wake him, but he's not in his bed. In fact, he's nowhere to be found. She runs out of his room and her slow-moving other self in the mirror trails after her. She finally finds Micah in the living room, fixing his computer. She warns him to be careful, and he just says he had to build a new logic board for his computer. She tells him he's the smartest little man on the planet and then asks him what the box is on the table. It's a pinhole camera; they can watch the eclipse with it. He then kind of tries to explain an eclipse to his mother, because clearly, strippers are stupid. She tries to hustle him up to get to school, and he just tersely tells her that he's already dressed and he's packed his own lunch. "That's what I've been doing this morning. What about YOU?" She's been reorganizing her sock drawer, you rude little shit, what the hell do you THINK she's been doing? She snaps at him that she's been working to pay their bills. What, McDonald's wasn't hiring?
The doorbell rings and Nikki tells Micah to get his stuff and wait by the back door. She peeks out the window and sees two large thugs standing outside. So, um, thugs ring doorbells now? I'm surprised they didn't send an advanced notice via American Greetings. Nikki and Micah run out the back door, with Nikki wearing a pair of cowboy boots over her jeans, which is just NOT DONE, people. They get into their car and peel off just as the thugs bust into their place.
We change locations and wind up in Odessa, Texas. We're in the frame of a video camera, which is shooting a large rusted structure as a small cheerleader runs up its stairs. She hollers out, "Camera ready?" The kid holding the camera hollers back that it is. He then says to himself that she must be seventy or eighty feet up and that this is all totally unreal. The cheerleader tells him she's ready and he brings the camera up just as she jumps off the structure and falls screaming down to the ground. Still shooting, the kid with the camera runs toward her and she just calmly gets up with her arm at a completely unnatural angle. Without grimacing, she just snaps her arm back into place and breathes into the camera, "This is Claire Bennett. And that was attempt number six." The cut on her face just... disappears.