Randall sits on the wooden bench, hunched over. He holds in his hands a notebook and magical pencil. With a heavy heart, Randall begins writing a sincere apology to those who would be left behind. This had become a tradition of Randall’s as a way of cleansing his conscience and reaffirming to himself that he was only completing the necessary service that nature had instructed him to do. This was nothing personal. He always finished his apology by writing-

“I understand why you might be upset and never want to speak to me again. I trust you know better than I how to deal with this in your own way. Please understand I will not hold this against you when we meet in person.”

Closing his notebook, Randall looks up to a man dressed in a bright yellow jumpsuit. The man sports a helmet and goggles with a parachute on his back.

“It is time,” Randall tells the man.

The man rises and jumps out of the airplane.