I’m flying high up in the sky.

A young man with dark hair and a black jacket stands in a dimly lit room, then brings his hand to his face in a saluting gesture. The scene cuts to a damaged bag on a table, then to the man being struck by a book that shatters, sending debris flying, followed by a close-up of his face as he winces. The sequence ends with two men in suits falling backward in a room with a white wall.