They stared at each other across the void. In the background, Tracy and Tracy try to figure out what went wrong. The patterns, the patterns!
“It’s no use,” Tracy Austin 01 desponds. “We can’t get through.”
“Go on,” the second Tracy urges, head upright. “It’s worth a second try don’t you think?”
The correct reality locked in. The patterns are able to be heard now. Yippy!
“Dot dot dot,” she translates, playing her trump card. “Dot dot…”
“War!” she then screams toward mommy while bolting up.