scene: The Botsford attic. Dusty, cluttered, filled with boxes of childhood memories and old books. Rain taps against the roof. Thunder rolls in the distance. Becky came up here looking for quiet, maybe to dig up something WordGirl-related… but she’s not alone.

The air feels wrong.]

(Rummaging through boxes she picks up a dictionary with bite marks)

(She chuckles softly, nostalgia in her eyes — but her smile fades.)

[Behind her, a soft creak. The attic door shuts on its own.]

Lexi (from the shadows, cold

composed):

“…Not even close.”

Lexi (stepping into the light, calm but unsettling):

“I am you. Or what you’ll become… when you stop pretending everyone deserves saving.”

Lexi (tilting her head): “You’re already breaking, Becky. I’m just… what’s waiting when you stop lying to yourself.”