The camera lens is wiped clean by a rag and then held very unsteadily by an unseen hand, shifting left to right and bringing a lot of clunky audio feed with it as the blur becomes focused into a kneeling Sid Feder who has his eyes closed. He appears to be in a lightly wooded area as the early morning sun begins to rise and pierce its way through the treetops of the distance. Sid brings the palms of his hands together and his lips begin moving silently -- the whispers only a higher power can hear.

Sid's lips begin moving faster and the swashbuckling of his tongue and teeth starts to become audible just ever so slightly as he increases speed until an abruptly clear slowdown; Thank you.

Thank you almighty.

Thank you Eli.

--and last but not least (opening his eyes and smiling so sincerely) thank all of you.

Flash red to black; a thanks we can never give back.