In the darkness of space, we hear the opening bars of "San Antonio Rose" sung by Patsy Cline. The music wanders with us through the stars until we see a brighter point of light enter our field of vision. The point of light grows until we see an odd walnut-shaped moon, its leading edge almost black as charcoal, its trailing edge a snowy hue. We descend to the surface flying over massive craters and an equatorial mountain range which gives the odd little world its walnut shape. As we soar, Patsy Cline's voice and music is occasionally scattered with static, but the closer we get to the moon the louder and clearer the music comes. Below we see the unmistakable tracks if a wheeled vehicle that has carved a trail up the mountains. In the shadow of a peak we spy the vehicle and the music us louder yet. We see a door in the side of the mountain and it opens for us and after the airlock cycles an inner door opens and we hear Patsy even louder. Inside in the dim light we see the form of a man, asleep or senseless on a cot in the corner if a cluttered room.
His eyes open.
"It's about time you got here," he says. "There's macaroni and cheese in the fridge."
We go to the fridge and there is indeed macaroni and cheese therein. Patsy sings the closing lines as we settle in for a snack in the home of the Hermit of Iapetus.
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