So, the cosmonaut. He’s the first man ever to go into space, right? The Russians beat the Americans. So he goes up in this big space ship, but the only habitable part of it’s very small. So the cosmonaut’s in there, and he’s got this portal window, and he’s looking out of it, and he sees the curvature of the earth… for the first time. The first man to ever look at the planet he’s from! And he’s lost in that moment. And all of a sudden, this strange ticking begins coming out of the dashboard. He rips out the control panel, right? Takes out his tools, trying to find this sound — trying to stop this sound. But he can’t find it, he can’t stop it. It keeps going. A few hours into this begins to feel like torture. A few days go by with this sound and he knows that this small sound will break him. He’ll lose his mind. What’s he gonna do? He’s up in space! Alone! In a space closet! He’s got twenty-five days left to go with this sound. So, the cosmonaut decides the only way to save his sanity is to fall in love with this sound. So, he closes his eyes and he goes into his imagination. And when he opens them, he doesn’t hear ticking anymore. He hears music. And he spends the remainder of his time sailing through space in total bliss and peace.