A red balloon drifts high above a rolling hillside. Trees accent the land here and there, and a long dirt road winds its way slowly through the hills. The red balloon appears to be carrying something, but it is difficult to make out what.

Zoom in on the balloon. Professor Brainley is hanging off of it, attached via a cord wrapped around him.

Brainley: You know, I'm really starting to wish I hadn't forgotten that anchor line.