Cliff's pod, a little spaceship thing, floats in the void of space.






Cliff warps into the interior of his pod.






He grips his helmet...


...and removes it. His long and silky hair cascades down his chestplate.













Cliff takes a rather gratuitous shower.













He's out of the shower, now clothed. He stir fries up some green beans.













He sits down on his bed with a pair of scissors. He cuts up the Red Keycard.









  Cliff Mason
Hey, little man.

Cliff puts down the Red Keycard, now cut into the shape of an animal, onto a little shrine-thing for his little boy. He's got some souvenirs on the mantlepiece, including a number of keycards cut into the shapes of animals, in addition to a photo of Cliff, his wife, and his son.

  Cliff Mason
Hope you're not too old for these by the time I get back...







Cliff looks like he's about 3 minutes away from a sobbing wreck. He's not there yet, but he's for sure starting the journey.





Something behind him goes ring ring! and projects a hologram. INCOMING CALL.