It was a sombre group seated on the drive room of the Nebuchadnezzar. Link looked over at Morpheus, whose eyes were closed in silent thought, stroking his chin. Neo sat with his head in his hands.

"Well?" Link broke the silence. Morpheus's eyes opened, and Neo lifted his head. "What are we going to do?" There was a pause.

"I have to go in." Morpheus turned and looked at Neo, who was pale and stony-faced.

"Neo-" Morpheus began

"Don't Morpheus." Neo looked up at Morpheus, intensity radiating from his being. "You know I'm right. I have to go in and try to find her. I'll consult the Oracle, maybe she knows something. All I know is, here, we're doing nothing - but in the Matrix. Well." There was a long silence. Then-

"All right" said Morpheus. "Let's go."

* * *

Trinity sat slumped in a doorway, still in the filthy back street. She felt - odd. She had been sure that she had been shot in the back, and yet, there was no wound. Only a torn hole in her leather suit, and a tender patch of skin. She looked up at the tops of the buildings, far away above her. It was hard to bring them into focus. Her head felt - what was the word? Woozy. Fuzzy round the edges.

No! Trinity thought, I can't do this. She tried vainly to get to her feet, but her legs wouldn't support her and she flopped back to the ground.

No, I have to find Neo, need to know if he's-

The world was blackening, darkening, spinning all around her. She felt terribly exposed in the street, tried to cling to consciousness, tried to rise. But it was no good.

"Neo" she gasped, and slid to the floor, defeated, as the darkness overtook her.