In a world of professionals, big ‘fucking’ guns and cats in banana peels, you realize that the only solace you feel are the cooperations of blocks falling rhythmically and wonder if things were ever actually as bad as you thought they were. The Cold War was settled and, all things aside, life is somewhat back to normal after a wink, prayer and some folk songs.

But still you wonder… is this all? Or what if the Arrival was right all along?