~Sorry I have been slow about updating. . .summer school sucks! Government is pretty much governmental brain washing about democracy. . .ok I am done. This chapter might be confusing for some of you so don't freak out. It will be explained later. Also I dunno if I spelled Morphious right so don't kill me! ^.^;; Read and review ^.^~

Blood pumping her moist skin to breaking point, Trinity sat up in bed again letting a small cry escape her lips. Her dim eyes took a look around the quiet surroundings and her body was satisfied. It was just a dream.

Slowly getting up out of bed she wobbled into the bathroom, her legs getting use to the pressure. She wet her face with cool running water and let it drip down her skin looking at her reflection. Everything at that moment dripped; her eyes, hair, eyebrows, lips. She was melting away to her fears of being with out her husband.

The pipes screamed at she gently twisted the four pronged handle to shut the water off. She stood there with her elbows resting on the porcelain lip of the sink watching the stray water droplets meet their doom in the downward curve to the drain. Thats when her dim eyes fell upon a dark streak on the side of the sink.

She breathed out with some surprise and gently rolled the tip of her finger over it bringing her finger to the light. The silver of the moon showed a deep red streak on her finger. . .one of blood.

"What. . .but it was a dream." She thought aloud touching the back of her neck and looking at her fingers afterward. They were painted red with fresh blood as well creating veins down her quaking fingers.

Spinning around Trinity was then met with a large pool of blood on the ivory white titles of her floor. Red painted hands were streaked across the floor distorting their image and even a sole of a shoe was visible. . .the rubber imprint still fresh.

"No, Trinity wake up. . .wake up." Trinity encouraged herself on the verge of tears. "Wake up. . .please wake up."

Nothing seemed to Work. She was still in her bathroom with the blood on the floor every time she opened her dripping eyes to the ivory floor. . .

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The port was released from his neck and Neo breathed again opening his eyes wide to be met with the face of Morphious. He half smiled at the stern face with a returned warmness to his lips.

"She's out, I did it!"

"We'll see, " Morphious replied standing upright again and folding his arms to his back. "Do you see her code in there anymore operator?"

"Checking." Fingers dancing over the keys, his blue eyes searched the never ending green numbers that fell past the screen creating what they all knew as the Matrix. "No sir, gone."

Neo leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh, "I told you it wasn't risky, she's out and her mind is free."

"Somehow I have a feeling that it's not that simple Neo, I told you she has a different code than everyone else in the Matrix. Her code consists of multiple codes condensed, therefore she could have changed her code."

"Or she's out." Neo snapped back looking at Morphious with an unappreciative eye. "Let me believe it until I see otherwise."

"As you wish." Morphious replied nodding his head with respect.

The operator suddenly stopped his drone of background typing and leaned closer to the gel computer screen, "There is a code here, looks identical to the one Trinity had expect the last four numbers."

"Can you decode it, maybe some features?" Morphious asked tilting his head towards the operator.

Looking closer, the operator declared, "Nope, it's locked down to such a condensed form. The only thing I get is. . .woman, young, and. . .wings."

The whole room fell silent. The eyes looked at the operator begging for answers but his young face held none.

"Wings, that's impossible. You must have it mixed up with a bird or something, definitely not Trinity." Neo explained out loud as the group began to move again happy with that explanation.

Morphious smiled at the operator, "Your tired, let me take over for a while ok?"

"But I swear! Read the code!"

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Twisting her ratty black bath robe between her pale white fingers, Trinity sat on her bed distraught and tired. Her body screamed for her to relax but her mind was too actively involved in everything around her. The movements of the men in suits made her unfocuse her eyes and watch them as blurs pacing the floor.

"Miss, I am Mr. Smith the investigator." One of the brown haired men in glasses spoke in a raspy voice. He let a crooked smile spread across his face contorting his jutting cheekbones. It seemed as if his face were not meant to smile.

"Hello." Trinity spoke softly not taking her eyes off the robe twisted around her fingers.

Mr. Smith reached down and took her white snowy fingers around his large thick ones and smiled again, that same twisted smile. "The only thing that happened Miss is you hit your head on that side of the sink, there is no body or gun or anything. That must have been a dream."

Trinity looked up at him narrowing her dim eyes, "Then tell me how I got the blood on the floor and the sink in the exact location of my dream! I woke up and I was in bed! That foot print. . .it. . ."

Mr. Smith leaned further down still holding her fingers between his and patted the top of her hand with his other hand, "You must have sleep walked, woke up half in a daze and got back into bed. People do a lot of strange things when they are sleeping."

"I. . .suppose your right." Trinity replied sighing and holding her forehead. "Forgive me, I have not been well since my husband passed away."

"I am sorry to hear that Miss. We'll clean up here and then let you get on to bed." Mr. Smith offered letting go of her hand.

Getting up to his feet, Smith walked over to one of the agents and tapped him on the shoulder lighting and hissed in his ear, "She is getting out of control, asking too many questions is dangerous. Clean up here and get back as soon as possible. We need a plan."

Trinity sighed in embarrassment, how could the dream have been real? Neo was dead and she had to start accepting the fact. Curiously though, she lifted her foot up to rest it on the top of her other leg and titled it up to look at the bottom of her scruffy blue slippers. She had worn them to bed and woke up with them still on but the white rubber bottom had no blood on it's grooved surface. Not even the grooves matched the foot print she had seen on the floor in blood.