TNG scene. We're outside a southwest style looking house at nightfall, and some light is coming from the house. We see Picard sitting on the steps, but this is like if Picard had a bohemian twin brother who smokes weed all the time and likes to tell you to put your phone down and really just *be* in the moment with him. He's wearing a blue and green tye dye shirt, looks chill and relaxed, and he's holding a flute/recorder instrument as if he just stopped playing to briefly say something meaningful. Closed caption reads, "I'm not brooding. I'm immersed in my music."