Andy’s torment abruptly ceased, leaving him limp and disoriented. For a moment he thought he was in dump shock, but then he realized his vision was grayed because he was still in Nell’s Basement. He knew he hadn’t done anything to break the relentless press of his tormentor’s programs. Thankful for the respite, he could only stare as Zagfoot now writhed under attack from someone. The lightning-man froze, looking more than ever like a cartoon, and popped out of existence. On that cue, a small ebon boy in a glittering silver cloak stepped into the nearest spotlight and said, "Verily, there must be more suitable quarry afoot in the Matrix tonight."