Eric is swept down with the last bits of the chip, down the long, dark, slimy tube to Umi's stomach, letting out one last useless, muffled cry for help. He lands in the stomach, surrounded on all sides by the stomach acids, and swims over onto a floating bit of chip to sort out his racing thoughts. "How can I get out?" "How long is this chip gonna last?" "And what's going to happen when whatever happened wears off?"