A sudden flash of white light obliterated everything. Carla had the sensation of tumbling crazily in space. There was nothing to grab on to, no reference points. The entire Matrix and all of its graphic constructs had been instantly obliterated. She spun wildly out of control, a knot of icy fear in her stomach. She was falling, drowning in a sea of featureless white, burning in an invisible white flame . . .