EXT. SPACE
FADE IN:
Stars.
The upbeat show tune, Put On Your Sunday Clothes, plays.
“Out there, there’s a world outside of Yonkers...”
More stars.
Distant galaxies, constellations, nebulas... A single planet.
Drab and brown.
Moving towards it.
Pushing through its polluted atmosphere.
“...Close your eyes and see it glisten...”
