When Daniel comes into work in the morning, he sees a note stuck to his door. He figures it's someone demanding some translation right away. He rips it off the door. He already had plans for the day.

"Dr. Jackson, you are a good man," the note says.

He blinks at it, confused. He doesn't recognize the handwriting on the note, so that rules out his team.

He can't figure out why someone would leave this note for him. It's not like he's done anything extraordinary lately. It's not like anyone knows the deepest worry of his mind.

He shrugs his shoulders, and crumples the note, intent on throwing it away. Instead he puts it in his pocket.

You don't have to understand something to know its value.