"At some forgotten date and time, a balloon reading, it's a boy, escapes a party in rural Indiana. Today, it washed up on the shore of a remote Canadian island. Who knows how long it clung to the sky before pressure tore open its fragile skin? Who knows what waves it summited, what depths it endured, unable to be drowned or crushed? Who knows if the boy grew up? Had children of his own. Showed his son how to fill a balloon. It's the easiest thing in the world. All you have to do is exhale."