Then her head collapses into her hands, sobbing. The room reverberates--audiovisual recoil...
She is suddenly being led out rushed along a chain of functionaries of the court. A moving line, propelling the crying girl forward in the line, toward the exit, past the flashing cameras. The video feed shifts from camera to camera along what must be a similar parallel line, snaking its way out into the hallway, past the onlookers, through the functionaries and the photographers, all the way to the threshold of a second, smaller auxiliary hallway, bathed in florescent glow, green and narrow and receding into a catacomb of procedure. Amanda is maneuvered through its opening and digested.
By now, the newscaster has finally figured it: not guilty of murder. Time already served for slander. She will be freed, presumably, when that narrow green hallway relaxes its grasp of her.