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[Burnham] Personal Log,
Commander Michael Burnham.

My mother taught me
the greatest mysteries come in threes.

Birth, life, death.

The past, the present, and future.

That's where the Red Angel is from.

We now have confirmation,

thanks to Mr. Saru.

The Angel is humanoid
and wearing an exo-suit

made of future technology
we've never seen.

But whose future, and why?

The only person who may be able
to answer these questions

is the one person nobody can find.

We know Spock began drawing
the seven signals

two months before they appeared.

Which presumes the Angel shared them
with him for a damn good reason.

According to his cognitive tests,
he had a mental break.

So, either the Angel broke him,
or chose him because he was broken.

Well, I don't like either option.

Maybe, uh, it showed him
a future he couldn't process.

We know that he ran
from the Psychiatric Unit on Starbase 5.

And the shuttle that he stole disappeared
somewhere in the Mutara sector.

- Any leads?
- None.

But if the Federation
and Section 31 are looking for him...

I think we need to find him first, sir.

I need permission to go to Vulcan.

I haven't spoken to my mother or father
in some time.

Sarek's on the Federation task force.
If he had any information, we'd know.

If he did, yes, we would.

My mother, on the other hand,

she hasn't always seen eye to eye with him
as it comes to Spock.

You've already packed your bag,
haven't you?

I'd never do that
without your permission, sir.

Take your leave, commander.

Good luck, and hurry back to us.

Thank you, sir. Where are you headed?

We're sticking around Kaminar
for a while longer.

The signal that appeared with the Angel

left traces of residual decay
that Starfleet's tasked us with analyzing.

Hopefully it'll tell us when and where
in the future it came from.

Then good luck to you, too, captain.

[Pike] Status report, Saru.

The sensors have detected
the same spike of tachyon particles

Admiral Cornwell's team recorded
after our expedition to the asteroid.

Sir, these readings can't be accurate.

- Five thousand parts per cubic micron?
- That's a lot?

Outside a supernova,
no one's recorded densities at this level.

- It's freaking amazing.
- Excuse me?

I'm sorry, sir.

You know how I get
around violations of causality.

Plus you said
that I shouldn't curse on duty.

What power source could generate
that amount of tachyon particles?

The technology may not be invented yet.

Let's determine more
about this power source,

beyond "freaking amazing."

I am attempting to launch a probe
into the anomaly.

It may help determine
where in the future it came from.

But the extreme tachyon interference
is disrupting our targeting systems.

Let's get closer, then, shall we?
Helm, forward one-quarter impulse.

Airiam, assist Mr. Saru
with analysis, please.

- Where's Burnham?
- On personal leave.

- Why wasn't I informed?
- Because "personal" means personal.

Captain, if Burnham's absence is related
to Spock's disappearance,

- you owe me an explanation.
- I owe you?

Owe me.

Uh, Mr. Tyler...

the chair outranks the badge.

- [alarm wailing]
- The comms are offline.

Tactical systems failed.

Talk to me, Owo.

[Owosekun]
These readings don't make any sense.

The computer seems caught
in some kind of loop.

Computers do not do well
with temporal distortions.

- If that is what we're dealing with.
- What the frick?

- You owe me an explanation.
- I owe you?

The chair outranks the badge.

Captain, dead ahead.

[Pike] What am I looking at?

[Saru] It appears to be a rift
in space-time.

Full reverse.

[rumbling]

[Tilly] Sorry.

- Systems back online.
- Okay, let's not do that again.

Saru, load your probe onto a shuttle.

I'll pilot it close to the anomaly
and launch from there.

- [Saru] Sir?
- Test pilot was my first assignment.

I know Discovery's shuttles
better than anyone.

Oh, I have no doubt, sir,
but you are vital personnel.

I'm also the most qualified.

Are you familiar
with the term "bad penny," Mr. Tyler?

Captain, you can keep me in the dark
about Burnham,

but not when it comes to intelligence
about these signals or the Red Angel.

I'm your official liaison to Section 31.
You have to deal with me.

- And what about the Klingon inside you?
- You are aware the war is over, right?

My problem isn't with Klingons.
You killed a member of this crew.

At least your shadow did.

Voq.

Sorry, but there's no way
to get rid of him, sir.

I know the feeling.

[man] Starfleet shuttle,
identify yourself.

This is Commander Michael Burnham,
requesting permission to land

at the residence of Ambassador Sarek.

Is this official Starfleet business?

I'm not here as a Starfleet officer.

- I'm here as his daughter.
- Permission granted.

[Amanda] My name is Amanda.

My name is Amanda.

What's yours?

Michael.

[echoes] Michael.

[Amanda] Do you wanna meet our son?

Do you wanna meet our son?

[chuckles]

You are amused by your own error?

Yeah.

That is... illogical.

Emotions confuse me.

Me, too.

[Amanda] I'm so glad you're home, Michael.

[Burnham] Spock is still missing.

Mother, I need your help.

Yes, we know.

Sarek's been like that for hours.

From the moment your father heard
that your brother disappeared,

he's been practicing tok'mar every day.

I've never seen tok'mar performed before.

Ancient Vulcans believed
it could bring lost souls back home.

It isn't working.

I think it's more than that.

Sarek has the most disciplined,
logical mind I know.

If it isn't working, there's a reason.

I think you know what it is.

I haven't heard from him.

The longer he's on the run,
the harder it'll be for him.

Yes, I can see the logic in that.

No matter how angry you are with me,
you know how much I love him.

Spock is my brother. I'll protect him.

Even if I knew where he was...

there is no way...

that I would ever turn him in

to be tried for murders he did not commit.

- Mother...
- I have not seen him.

My whole life, you've told me the truth.

That's how I know you're lying.

If you know where he is, let me help him.

You have to. You have to let me help him.

Spock is not how you remember him.

[man] Initiating fractal scans...

[Pike] Shuttle 5 approaching the anomaly.

Now at minute five,
and still no signs of temporal effects.

Ready to move us 600 kilometers closer,
and re-acclimate.

Like a diver rising to the surface.
Don't wanna get the time bends, sir.

Time bends.

I like that.

Everything's cooler with "time"
in front of it.

[Pike] Oh. Getting readings off the rift.

Time rift.

Transmitting to you now, Discovery.

[Saru]
Captain Pike, when targeting the anomaly

with the probe,
make sure to avoid the aperture.

The sooner you can launch, the better.
You are on the clock, sir.

[Pike echoing] Acknowledged, Mr. Saru.

Acknowledged, Mr. Saru.

Acknowledged, Mr. Saru.

Vocal analysis shows all acknowledgments
are the same transmission, sir.

Captain, you're experiencing
temporal distortions.

Do not proceed any closer.
Launch the probe from your position.

Thank you, Mr. Saru.

Registering full stop.

Entering coordinates and launch sequence.

[Tyler yelling]

- No!
- Something wrong, sir? Sir?

Launch the probe.

Captain, there's a temporal shock wave
headed right at you.

[Pike]
Copy that. Engaging evasive maneuvers.

Hold on.

[distorted] Altering course for... Five...

I lost them in a time rift.

[Bryce] I can't locate them anywhere.

No response on any channel.
No transponder reading from the shuttle.

Mr. Rhys, do you detect any debris
from an explosion?

I can't see anything.
Sensors are not responding.

If I move the ship closer,
the same thing could happen to us, sir.

Officers, our mission has now changed

from research to rescue.

The captain and Tyler are counting on us.

Owosekun, rectify our sensor issues

by accounting
for varying tachyon levels manually.

Rhys, continue studying the anomaly.

We must understand the internal dynamics
of the phenomenon to recognize deviations.

Because those deviations
might be our missing shuttle.

Correct.

They reach lethal exposure in five hours.
Do you think we can locate them?

Well, the question may not be
where they are, but when.

We must assume that time does not move
inside the anomaly

along a strictly linear course.

No, it jumbles it all up like a blender,
which makes...

finding the captain and Tyler...

impossible.

For us, perhaps.

But as we discovered
when Mr. Mudd attacked us,

Commander Stamets
has a unique relationship with time.

The Tardigrade DNA protects him
from the effects of temporal distortions.

Perhaps he can see something we cannot.

Yes, sir.

[man speaking indistinctly nearby]

[rapid, indistinct chattering]

Spock, it's me.

The brain is comprised of two systems.

A logical construction is valid
if and only if it is impossible...

[Spock] A deductive argument aims
to show its conclusion must be true.

Deductive logic is a type of reasoning
in which methods are examined,

guaranteeing the truth of the conclusion
with the truth of the premises.

[Burnham] Spock? Spock, can you hear me?

Spock.

To say that a construction is valid
is to state that the premise is true.

- It's Michael.
- A deductive argument aims

to show its conclusion must be true...

- How long has he been like this?
- Two days.

I couldn't go to Sarek.

He would weigh the needs of the many
against the...

Well, we've gotta get him to a doctor.

...classical logic.

Every avenue leaves a trail.

He's repeating the first doctrines
of logic.

Trying to ground himself.

[Spock] 841947.

841947.

841947.

841947.

841947.

- What are those numbers?
- Don't know. I've looked.

- Coordinates, command codes, birthdates?
- I tried everything.

We have to get him to a hospital.

You're not taking him anywhere.

Mother, if he were a full-blooded Vulcan,

these emotions would've
driven him insane by now.

You cannot keep him here.

Spock came to me for help,

and I will never turn him in.

And under Federation law, I don't have to.

Please.

Please, don't do this.

As the wife of the Vulcan ambassador,

I have the legal authority
to invoke diplomatic immunity

in order to shield my son

from extradition.

[Sarek] Unless...

the ambassador objects.

Sensors are useless.
You're wasting your time.

We need a fixed point to target
to navigate by dead reckoning.

- You telling me how to fly?
- I'm not the enemy.

Got experience behind the stick?

Take it.

Adjust heading to 190 mark 2,
the signal that brought us to Kaminar.

How's this possible? It disappeared
before Discovery arrived.

We're being pulled back in time.

Or worse.

Traveling through past, present,
and future, all at once.

We could be together for eternity.

Unless the rift closes while we're here.

In which case,
eternity might not last long.

Wait. I have to assume Discovery's
coming through the anomaly

for our flight path.

Release plasma from the nacelles.
Three bursts, five minutes apart.

- The thrusters will ignite the fuel.
- Sir, we need the fuel.

That wasn't a suggestion.

All your decisions are about your guilt
in sitting out the war.

You're trying to prove your bravery
at the expense of our lives.

That's enough.

You release the plasma,

or when we get back to the ship,
and we will,

I'll throw you in the brig,
you can think about guilt

while awaiting court-martial for failing
to follow a direct order.

You understand, Specialist Tyler?

Initiating plasma burn, sir.

The captain is lost?
How the hell did that happen?

Well, he and Tyler got swept up
in a time rift.

A time rift? What's a...?

Wait, are these radiation levels accurate?

They'll reach lethal exposure
in four hours.

And Saru wants me to plot
the shuttle's trajectory

by using the mycelial network
as a constant?

Since you have Tardigrade DNA,
it should be a piece of cake.

Beyond the event horizon,
time exists all at once,

which makes finding them
like catching a grain of sand

in a hurricane,

using a pair of tweezers.

Hmm.

[Sarek] You lied to me, Amanda.

I assume you hid our son
in this sacred crypt

because it contains katra stones,

which blocks any outside telepathic link
with him.

You assume correctly.

Your behavior was impulsive
and shortsighted.

[Amanda] How dare you.

I accepted this life because I love you.

But now Spock pays the price.

Like he always has.

This is my worst fear.

Do you know that I used to read Alice
to Spock

when he was a little boy,
before Michael came into the house?

"'Which way I ought to go from here?'

'That depends a good deal
on where you want to get to, '

said the Cat."

Do you know why I read him that book?

Because Spock had difficulties.

Human difficulties.

Learning.

Reading.

Writing.

The Vulcans called it... L'tak Terai.

A temporary complication remedied
at the Learning Center.

No.

He had no support.

Nobody wanted to help a half-Vulcan child
with a learning disability

he'd inherited from his mother.

And in order to save our son,
I began to read him a story

about how to survive
when up is down and left is right.

Your obsession with a book about chaos
has done a disservice to our children.

They were the ones who were
on both sides of the looking glass.

Not you, Sarek.

You never truly respected humanity.

If that were true,
I'd have married a Vulcan.

Would you have left Vulcan for me?

No, you wouldn't.

I sacrificed everything for our family.

That does not change the fact
that you have harbored a fugitive,

which is a flagrant abuse of my authority.

I don't live under your authority.

I'm your wife.

And I'm your partner.

Try again, husband.

[Spock]
"'But I don't wanna go among mad people, '

remarked Alice.

'Oh, you can't help that, ' said the Cat.

'We're all mad.

I'm mad.

You're mad.'

'But how do you know I'm mad?' said Alice.

'You must be, ' said the Cat."

He is regressing.

If Spock relinquishes all logic...

he's lost.

[Burnham] Father...

this is connected to the Red Angel.

Spock saw it, and the seven signals,
before they appeared to us.

You hid this from me.

I wanted to find him first,
to try to save his life.

Amanda, you are correct.

Spock needs help.

Which is why you must deliver him
to Captain Leland.

Throwing him at the mercy of Section 31...

might be throwing him to the wolves.

You'd deliver our son to the people
that are after him?

The sole reason they must be after Spock
is because his mind contains answers

the Federation desperately needs.

Outside of this room,
no one is more motivated to heal Spock...

than Section 31.

What will they do
when they're done with him?

Lock him in jail, throw away the key?

Not if he is innocent.

And there is another logical reason
Michael must do this.

Your career as a Starfleet officer
will be jeopardized once again...

if you fail to fulfill your duty.

And I am not prepared...

to lose both of our children
on the same day.

Within the framework of the system...

[Pike] Status report, Mr. Tyler?

Plasma levels at 30 percent,
shields down to 23.

- We're circling closer to the aperture.
- You got what you came for.

How's that?

Dire straits, high stakes,

low probability of surfacing,
and the bonus of taking me down with you.

I am trying to get us out of here.

Arguing with each other will not make...

[Pike grunts]

What is that?

It's our probe.

But somehow it got an upgrade.

[Burnham] NCIA93, do you read?
I am Commander Michael Burnham.

And my passenger, Lieutenant Spock,
requires immediate medical attention.

[man] Alter course to 131 mark 7
and power down your thrusters.

[Spock] 841947.

841947.

841947.

841947.

[Georgiou] I'm impressed you found Spock
before we did,

and that you used your own mother do it.

I would have enjoyed manipulating mine
like that,

if she'd lived a little longer.

Did you kill her?

It's a blur.

[Leland] We've given Commander Spock
a sedative for this procedure.

Captain Leland, what's that?

It allows us to scan
and repair Spock's neural impulses.

Control wouldn't proceed
if there was a risk to your brother.

Give us the room, please.

That includes you.

I hope Spock is innocent.

If he isn't, my gut tells me
he may not have been himself.

I know how painful this is for you.

You need answers. So do we.

We will find them together.

I made that promise to Sarek,
and I'm making you the same promise.

Thank you, captain.

Is there anything you can tell us

about your brother's psychological makeup
that may help?

He's brilliant, curious.

When he was little,
he seemed to have fewer filters.

Everything reached him.

Our mother said he had a condition
called L'tak Terai as a child.

I've heard the term.
It's a spatial and order dysphasia.

Much like dyslexia.
Pretty common on Earth.

Not so much on Vulcan.

I received permission
from Admiral Cornwell

to extend your leave.

However, our facilities are classified.

Section 31 doesn't allow
non-assigned personnel to stay onboard.

I'd rather not leave him alone, sir.

He won't be.

He'll get the best care
the Federation has to offer.

We both need him to get better, Burnham.

Look, we're less than four hours away
from Starbase 23.

Spock will be with the doctors
until then anyway.

Go ahead to the starbase.

Get a bit of rest.

Listen.

The best thing you can do
for your brother now

is to take care of yourself.

He's gonna need you.

Spock, can you hear me?

L'tak Terai.

You must've been so lonely.

Knowing you, you made something beautiful
out of those mirror images.

841947.

841947.

- 841947.
- 841947.

[Burnham] 749148.

The numbers are backwards.

The numbers are backwards.

[Rhys] Sir, I found something.

Residual traces
of three deuterium plasma burns.

I think it's the captain.

Why burn valuable fuel
if you are being pulled into a rift?

It's an old trick they taught us
in flight school to alert search parties.

It's something
a former test pilot would do.

Well done, Mr. Rhys.
Send those positions to Commander Stamets.

I'm calculating the shuttle's trajectory,
not in three-dimensional space,

but using corresponding coordinates
within the mycelial network.

My fourth-dimensional math must be off,

'cause it looks like you just sprayed
the monitor with grated parmesan.

This plasma burn looks
like it happened a week ago,

this one, yesterday, and the third one...

Eight minutes from now.
No, your math is spot-on.

Non-linear temporal progression is
a mind-bender.

[monitor beeps]

Oh, that's not good.

- It's drifting toward the rift's aperture.
- Why?

The currents in there work like water,
swirling down a drain.

The temporal distortions
make spatial orientation meaningless

to the human brain.

Unless...

you have Tardigrade DNA.

- Come on, Tilly.
- [Tyler] Engaging external shielding.

It's trying to find a way in.

Some of the metals in this thing
don't register on the periodic chart.

And atomic-decay measurements
indicate the probe's core has aged...

500 years.

It traveled 500 years in the future,
someone messed with it

- and sent it back to us?
- Yeah. But why?

[shouting]

Tyler!

[Tyler] Come back!

[Tyler yells in Klingon]

No!

Hold still.

[grunts]

- Where are we going?
- Transporter room.

I need to be on that shuttle.
I can fly them out. Move!

Sorry. Calculating transporter coordinates

from here onto a moving shuttle,
inside of a temporal distortion?

It doesn't look distorted to me.
Just anomalous.

If your calculations are off,
by a fraction, you'll be...

Very dead. Which is why you'll run
the transporter on my mark.

Oh, man, I knew you were gonna say that.

No, wait, can we just stop for a second
and think about this?

What if we send the PADD over first
and see...?

We don't have time.

In one minute, the shuttle will leave
the triangulation zone.

We'll never find it again.

But, no, there must be another...

Tilly.

Trust the math.

More importantly, trust yourself.

I wouldn't let just anyone beam me
in and out of time.

Okay.

- Captain, excuse me.
- Stamets?

I'm actually here ten minutes from now.
Admittedly, confusing.

But I'll get us out of here by using
the network as a road map.

Oh.

Did it work? Commander Stamets all right?

I've got the shuttle.
It's exiting the anomaly.

On screen.

What...

is that?

Discovery, this is Stamets.
We've picked up a hitchhiker.

It's our probe,
but with a few modifications.

And in addition to it trying to kill us,

it's accessing our ship's data core.

- Yellow alert.
- We have your shuttle screens mirrored.

Whoa.

The probe is searching our computers
at incredible speeds.

- I'll attempt to lock it out.
- [Pike] We'll try on our end.

Grab the faraneit tools.

Rhys, can you target the probe
without destroying the shuttle?

- Not with your shields so low.
- Can we beam them out?

They're too near the rift
to get a lock, sir.

Hold on.
I'll move us closer to Discovery.

Plasma's gone. We're adrift.

- It's pulling us back into the rift.
- [grunts]

- What...?
- I've disabled the cameras for 60 seconds.

So, listen closely.

Your instincts are correct, Michael.

That machine is a memory extractor.

- It will destroy your brother's mind.
- Why should I believe you?

Leland is just a puppet following orders.

I didn't think you'd want
your brother's blood on your hands.

This is out of the goodness of your heart?

No, the goodness of yours.

I know so much more about you
than you can imagine.

But that's for another time.

Right now you're going to attack me,
then rescue Spock,

which is good for you.

And that will make Leland look bad,
which is good for me.

Ten seconds, Michael. So, what will it...?

- I'm trying to make it look good.
- Not bad.

Once more, with feeling.

[grunting and shouting]

[Saru] Captain, we can't get
a transporter lock for you on our end.

We'll lose you to the rift in 34 seconds.

Can you calculate coordinates
for Discovery remotely?

Uh, probably.

Saru, I'm blowing up the shuttle manually.
Engaging self-destruct sequence.

Hurry with those calculations, Stamets.

[Stamets]
Sending transport coordinates now.

Coordinates received.
Standing by to transport.

Self-destruct activated.

[Stamets] Owo, beam us out.

Owo, beam us out. Now.

Now, now, now...

[Tyler yelling]

[Saru] Commander Airiam, are they safe?

Commander Airiam, are they safe?

Commander Airiam?

They are securely onboard.

[grunting]

[woman on PA] Attention, all personnel,
security breach in main shuttlebay.

Security teams to the shuttlebay.

Standard containment protocols
remain in effect.

Thank you, Mr. Saru.

Thank you, everyone, for, uh...

well, our lives.

Don't thank us yet, sir.

The shock wave from the shuttle explosion
is about to hit us with a time tsunami.

That one's not as cool as it sounds.

- Detmer, maximum warp. Get us out of here.
- Aye, sir.

[sighs] It's good to be back in the chair.

Should probably get that checked out.

On Q'onoS, we wouldn't bandage it.

You know...

if it wasn't for you,
that thing would've sliced me in two.

Just instinct.

No, it's more than that.
And I am grateful.

And, Mr. Tyler...

you may have been right about why I, uh...

Why I gave myself the mission.

And a few others, if I'm being honest.

Plasma burn was the right call, sir.

Like you said,
you were the most qualified.

Mr. Saru, have you analyzed
the probe's attack on our systems?

Oh, analyzing, sir.

It will take us time to discover
what it was looking for.

That probe came from the future
and tried to kill us.

The Red Angel... comes from the future.

Captain, are you suggesting it may share
the probe's hostile intent?

Mr. Tyler has broached
that possibility before,

and today, I think he might have a point.

Whether the Red Angel's here
to end something,

or start something,

one thing's for sure.

We're in a fight for the future.

[Pike] Always, Mr. Tyler.

We are always in a fight for the future.

[Leland] You let her go.

She overpowered me. Check the cameras.

Where is she taking Spock?

They're family. Maybe they're going
on a picnic.

Georgiou...

do not overestimate your value here.

Who do you think you're fooling?

You need me...

to keep Burnham
from finding out the truth.

The truth?

You're responsible for the death
of her parents.

Mind your manners.

You're no longer calling the shots.

[man] Sector 014 and 015 report all clear.

Sensors are picking up
elevated EM interference in 016.

[woman] Clear 016, and let's move on.

[man] Acknowledged.

[computer] Section 31 ships
beyond sensor range.

- 841947. 841947.
- Spock, can you hear me?

841947.

841947.

Computer, search database for matches
with the following numbers: 749148,

in that order.

[computer] Working.

Give me everything you have.

"Either the well was very deep...

or she fell very slowly.

For she had plenty of time
as she went down..."

Working. Working.

"...to wonder what was going
to happen next."

What are you trying to say?

Talk to me.

Database match found.
One planetary system.

Located at 749 mark 148.

Identification, Talos IV.

They were coordinates.

Computer, set course for Talos IV.

Maximum warp.

Where are you taking us, Spock?