Behind the page, one set of colored lines follows the scroll: they come down into a brain, which then becomes a building block by itself, the block becomes three wooden gears turning together, the gears run out into a river winding toward you out of the distance, and the river gathers into a hot-air balloon in the middle of the screen, swaying gently, which lifts off and drifts away into the sky to the top right, where it stays, small and far off, as the last words appear.