Reese is out the window to the waist, aiming double-
handed.  He FIRES.  ONCE.  TWICE.  AGAIN.

They enter an interchange.  Ahead lies a LONG, SWEEPING
CURVE, two lanes wide and elevated...

ANGLE LOOKING OUT from the mouth of an enclosed concrete
storm drain that passes under the road.  Reese, followed
by Sarah, trudges down the slope and ducks inside.
The floor is wet but he doesn't seem to mind...

Terminator drives expressionlessly, monitoring the babble
from Central Dispatch.  He hears his number...

Sarah and Ginger are crammed into the tiny bathroom,
becoming inextricably tangled in each other's cords as
they blow-dry, curl hair, and apply make-up.  Ginger
has her headphones inverted under her chin...