Three of the orbs come floating nearer: one high, one low, one in between. They come through the sparking greenish haze like it isn’t there. The lowest of the three comes drifting right toward Brian’s visor, then slowly turns and disappears through the floor of the tunnel. The other two drift past Art. One pauses mere centimeters away from the muzzle of the combat gun, then slowly rises and disappears through the tunnel ceiling. The third and last drifts on by, down the tunnel and out of sight.