6 months, since the war ended…

A long metal spike pierces through an implanted socket like it has so many times before, connecting a man full of wisdom from one reality to another. Steel, grease, and rust colored walls are traded for a dank, abandoned office in the east side of a downtown office building.  Shredded, tattered cotton clothing, traded for the finest leather, Egyptian cotton, and silk man could buy. They now adorn the man standing in front of a ringing phone.  On either side of him, a boy, who has grown into a man far to early in his life, and a woman, one that he cherishes, for more reasons than one.  This man strides to the ringing telephone before him, picks up the receiver and says something that he has not uttered in 6 long months…

"We're in."

This man is Morpheus, the leader of the crew that led to the end of the war. He found the One. The One that fought to save Zion.  How he accomplished this without the Matrix being destroyed has traveled outside his grasp of knowledge.  What has become of his remaining original crew members?

Neo.  The One. The one who saved Zion, the one who proved that the Oracle wasn't lying, the one that he grew to call friend.

Trinity. His first lieutenant, the one Morpheus looked at as his own family.  She had been through it all with him. She was the only remaining crew member that was there from the start.  She helped find Neo.  She loved Neo.  Where were they? What had become of them. Was she killed by Bane? So many questions littered his brain, with no answers.

And this is the reason he has reentered the Matrix.  He has questions, and there is only one person who can answer them.

"Morpheus, are you sure you want to do this? I mean, we don't know what the state of the Matrix is, the new dangers, if any, that you could get yourself into" a panicked Link stuttered into his headset.

"Link, if there were any danger outside of what we've all come to expect from the Matrix, we will cross that bridge when we get to it.  This is a mission of discovery.  We don't know the rules, we don't know the boundaries, or borders.  And we don't know if we still have the protection that Neo was able to provide.  I don't know if the Oracle will even be there…" His voice begins to trail off in slight disbelief. "…but we need answers.

With that statement, Morpheus places the receiver down. He looks to the man beside him. Ironically, though a man, his "hook" is "Kid".  This is his first mission inside since freeing himself.  He is to see the Oracle as well.  Morpheus gestures to him to follow as he walks toward the door.  The female, Niobe, follows behind the two men. 

As they step outside, Morpheus realizes that something is very different about the Matrix. Something is not quite how it used to be.  Colors seem more vibrant, there isn't even as much trash in the littered streets.  And he also realizes that the vehicle that was stashed at their safe house, was no longer there.  Sensing the irritation beginning to rumble in Morpheus, Niobe quickly scans the area for their much-needed transportation.  Her phone rings.

"Don't worry 'bout a thing, Link's got you covered.  There's a '75 Ford LTD extended 1 block north of your position. The door's unlocked and if I'm seeing correctly, a fully restored engine."

"Thanks Link."  Niobe shuts her phone and informs her leader the information that Link just gave her.

Three doors slam shut as Niobe makes fast work of hotwiring the car. The engine Growls to a start and the tires squeal to a start as they take off…in search of answers.