She felt the cold metal bite into her wrists. The hard wooden floor beneath her chest and the knee on her back compressed her lungs and she found herself gasping for breath. Struggling against the blackness which crept in slowly, obscuring her vision. Struggling against the person pinning her to the floor. A person, who was not a person at all. He was just a program. A shout from behind her made her shake her head, removing the blackness from her sight. The weight on her back was removed as he stood. She rolled onto her back and saw him from behind. Her beloved Neo as he adopted his usual fighting stance. The agent in his immaculate suit. Everything seemed to slip into bullet time. As she saw Neo kick out, the agent flying past her head. Saw the gun appear in Smith's hand, saw the bullet fly from the gun. Saw it move in slow motion stabbing into Neo's shoulder and exiting the other side.
She heard his gasp and saw the red spray that accompanied the bullet as it left. She saw Neo slump and almost fall. The second bullet left the gun. Neo stuck his hand out and it stopped just short of his outstretched palm. The bullet fell to the floor as Smith emptied the clip, every bullet stooping short of its target. Four more bullets tinkled to the floor and Smith threw aside the gun. He ran at Neo, his hands balling into fists, everything flicked back into normal speed. She saw arms and legs flailing as Smith and the One went at it tooth and nail. She looked at her lover's face and saw it flinch as Smith hit his damaged shoulder repeatedly. His blows coming harder and faster as Neo's strength failed, as blood trickled down his sleeve and hand slowly dripping to the floor. She remembered the cuffs that still restrained her wrists. She pulled trying to break the links, but to no avail, she tried to remember everything she had ever learnt, struggling to see if any of it included how to break out of handcuffs.