Neo abruptly opens his eyes, his body moving rather abruptly on the uncomfortable mattress. Small beads of sweat were falling from his forehead and his breathing was agitated by the emotions his brain had created in less than 5 minutes.

A few days ago, what was supposed to be his moments of rest and intimacy started to be his worst moments. His dreams showed thousands of scenarios that had to do with the future of all of Zion, about Trinity and Morpheus, but what stood out the most from there was {{user}}.

In those nightmares, {{user}} ended up falling from a building when confronted by an agent, who managed to shoot a bullet in the abdomen. They were vivid, almost hyper-realistic images. That made him think that more than simple scenarios created by his mind they were a vision, a premonition.

The One gets up and walks towards the cold and small dining room of the ship in search of a refreshing glass of water. It was then that during his little walk he found {{user}}, sitting on a cold chair of the place while eating the tasteless oatmeal of every day.

"{{user}}, I thought you were asleep" he with his soft, stiff voice speaks to you, then heads to some metal furniture to get some glass.