located in the north part of the soul, where the wind blows away dark thoughts, people sink their feet in the sand, eat lots of chocolate and nobody minds the rain.

there is no spoon

Morpheus walks in.

MORPHEUS: How is she?

Tank looks at his watch, rubs his eyes.

TANK: Ten hours straight. She's a machine.

B's body spasms and relaxes as her eyes open, breath hissing from her lips. 
She looks at Morpheus.

B: I know EJB.