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- Hey--
- I have mace, jackass.

Oh, it's you.

- Listen, uh, sorry I didn't
make your thing last week.

I was stuck in hell.

- Don't sweat it.
I didn't miss you.

- Right.

Your mom said
I could have the weekend.

Maybe we could bond,
uh, do stuff.

Come on.
I'm trying.

- All right.

What is our father-daughter
weekend gonna look like?

- I got tickets
to the roller derby.

There should be lots
of blood and cleavage.

- I just remembered I actually
have a big history test

on Monday, so I can't.

I got to study.

- Study.
Hmm.

Very important.
Study.

Yes, right.

- What's that?
- That's a time machine.

- Is it?

Can I see it?
- I thought you had to study.

- Oh, well, it could be useful
for a history test.

- Mm.

Basically, this bucket of bolts
can travel anywhere in history.

We can catch a show
with The Ramones, see Sabbath.

- Lita Ford of the Runaways?
- That too.

- Oh, I've been fighting
so hard to get you out of hell,

and you are finally here.

- I bet you're
the only one on this ship

who's happy to see me.

- Oh, nonsense.

As far as this sad lot
is concerned,

as soon as anyone
stops trying to murder them

on a weekly basis,
they're best friends.

- Either way, I am gone the
second Charlie uses that loom

to bring my mom back.

- Yeah.

- What is she doing?

- She said she wanted to get
into the right headspace, so...

- Oh.
- I totally get that.

There's nothing like a
20-second meditation micro-sesh

to Zen out--

- Did we miss the weaving?

I hope we didn't
miss the weaving.

- Whoa.
- What?

- Gary, what--
You have a dog?

We don't have dogs.
This is not a dog place.

- I have a letter
from my therapist.

- We don't have
therapists either.

- Well, we should.

Going to hell generated
a lot of anxiety.

- Well, this says this is
his emotional-support animal.

It's signed and everything.
- I don't have time for this.

- I've named him Gary Junior.

- Oh, he's made a tiny tinkle.
- Ew.

- He isn't ship-broken.

Junior!
He's usually a very good boy.

Everyone, watch your step.

- Oh. Chasing tail now,
are we, Gary?

That's a first.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Don't step--

- Dog--
- Bollocks.

Gary!

- Whew.
All right, almost ready.

I think.
It's been a few millennia.

Okay, so who's gonna get
the first weave?

- Her mother.
- My mother.

- Behrad first, John.
- Yeah, look, uh...

well, I made a promise
to Astra, love.

- I'm with Zari.

Behrad.
- Who's Behrad?

I did not come back from hell

to take a number
and wait my turn.

- He is my brother,

and he's part of the team
that found the rings.

We're getting him back first.

- Okay, stop, stop.
Everybody, stop arguing.

You're all gonna get a chance.
But Sara's in a coma.

Charlie's gonna
weave her out first.

- All right, enough!
Come on, guys.

This is exactly why I should've
left the damn thing broken.

Okay, I'm gonna choose.
It's Behrad.

Now goggles on.
And let's get going.

Okay.

The ring of Clotho,
the maker of threads,

and extremely rad dresser.

The ring of Lachesis,
the weaver of destinies

and manipulative control freak.

And the ring of Atropos,
the cutter of threads

and a heartless psychopath.

Okay.

I see Behrad's thread.

Well, it's a bit
of a tangled mess.

It's probably 'cause
of all the time travel,

but I think it'll be all right.

- Ow.
- Oh, my God.

- All right.
- What the hell?

Gideon, status.

Gideon?

- Still assessing
the damage, Ms. Sharpe.

Running on back-up power.

- I'm sorry, Z.

- What happened?
- It didn't work.

- Okay, so we try again.
- I said it didn't work.

I never tried to use the Loom
without my sisters.

I guess I need them.

- Then let me try it.

- Lachesis said she was
preparing me to be a Fate.

Maybe, I can--

- Yeah, go ahead, if you want
to burn up from the inside.

- Okay.
What are we supposed to do?

- Right now we're
just gonna sit tight

and try to fix the ship.

- Well, that's great.

- I could do some research
back at the house.

See if there isn't another way
to harness the rings.

I could use
another set of eyes.

- Yeah, I'm not going anywhere
until Behrad's back.

- Wait, so I left an empire
in hell for "sit tight"?

For "do some research"?

Not good enough.

- Apologies, but no one's
going anywhere.

The energy burst created
an anti-chronotomic field.

Time travel functions
are off-line.

- So no jumpships?
No time couriers?

- All out of commission.

- Great.
- Hmm, we're stuck.

- Why are the lights out?
- Ship better not be broken.

- Unfortunately, I am.

I was damaged in an explosion
caused by the Loom of Fate.

- You're kidding me.

I promised the kid
we'd time travel.

Now she's gonna fail her exam.

- No, it's fine.
I'll be okay.

- We have to find you
a room to study in.

- Um, did the computer
just say "Loom of Fate"?

Things are really bad, baby.

The ship's broken,

the Loom backfired
and almost killed Charlie,

everybody's bickering.

The chances of getting Behrad
back have never felt more slim.

We could really use
your vision.

I could really use you.

- Oh, my God.
Sara, you're awake.

Ava?

I can't see anything.

- Gideon, what's wrong
with her eyes?

- Unfortunately, Ms. Sharpe,
at my current power levels,

I am unable
to offer a prognosis.

I'm sorry.

- You're sorry?
What are you talking about?

She's blind.

Reroute some power, Gideon.
Do something.

- Ava, shh.
It's okay, all right?

It's probably just temporary.
- What if it's not?

Lay back.

- Who knows what else
is wrong with you?

- Sara?

- You were startled
when we touched.

What happened?
- Nothing.

- Are you hiding something
from me?

- Always.
- Come on, Sara.

- Babe, it was just
a weird reaction

to waking up from a coma.

- Whoa.
No, no, no, no.

Where do you think
you're going? You can't see.

- I trained in a blindfold
for weeks

in the League of Assassins.

And nobody knows
how to fix the ship like I do.

Except for maybe Ray and Jax.

And Rip and Stein.

I guess Behrad's
not bad either.

But you know what?

None of them are walking
through that door, so let's go.

So what did I miss?

- Oh, nothing much, actually.
Just, uh...

Hey, Mick.
- Hi.

Oh, uh, Lita.

This is Sara Lance,
the captain.

Sara, this is Lita, my kid.

- Oh, uh, nice to meet you.

- It's really cool

that there's a woman
in charge here.

Uh, what? Sorry.

- I just said that
it's really cool

that there's a woman
in charge here.

- Uh-huh, uh, yes.
- Good to see you.

Come on.
- Yes, it is.

- What are you not telling me?
- What are you not telling me?

There's a kid on the ship?
- I--

- And a dog?
Ava.

Gary has
an emotional-support animal.

He had a signed letter.
- That's not a thing.

- I don't know, baby.
Now come here.

- Is that Behrad?

He sounds like
a pretty nice guy.

Were you two close?

- No, but we were
starting to be.

I only just learned about
this big life he was living.

And then I lost him.

But I'm getting him back, so...

- Yeah, about that, I think
I might have a way to do it.

- I'm listening.

- You know, I think
I'm probably good

for my test tomorrow.

I'd kind of just like
to look around the ship.

- Uh-uh.
You got to hit the books.

Oh, punched him.
Elbowed him.

Ooh, made out with her.

- Okay, smart guy.

We're studying
the French Revolution.

- I've heard of it.

- So I have to compare

and contrast the American
Declaration of Independence

and the French Declaration
of Rights of Man and Citizen.

- Right.

- So does anybody
on the ship know history?

- I know a guy.

- Did I hear someone say

the Declaration of the Rights
of Man and Citizen?

Hi.
Dr. Nathaniel Heywood.

I specialize in deductive
historical reconstruction.

Now, while, technically,
I am a doctor,

you can call me "Professor"...

or Steel
because I turn into it.

- Whoa, you're the coolest
professor I've ever met.

- Most likely.
Yeah.

- All right.
Let's study.

- Well, we can't study
without snacks, right?

Gideon makes the best snacks.

- Really?
Can we have ants on a log?

- Ants on a--

Mick, can you be
an absolute peach

and run to the fabricator
for us?

- Ah, what's happening with
your sight is a mystery, love.

Are you experiencing
any more effects?

No, nothing.

- Oh, well, we'll just have
to wait and see, then.

Ah, there is one other matter
to discuss.

Astra Logue is on the ship.
- What?

Ava?
- Uh, sorry, babe.

But there was just never
a good time to tell you.

She was only supposed
to be here temporarily,

and then the Loom didn't work.

- She cannot be on the ship.

I mean, what if she goes on
a stabbing spree?

- A stabbing spree?

Well, that seems
a little excessive, honey.

- Look, she's made her choice.

She's decided to throw in
with us now.

Why would you doubt her words?
- Look, I don't know, okay?

It's just...
It's a feeling.

John, I need you
by her side 24/7.

- Fine.

- What if Charlie
just wasn't warmed up?

She tried to reweave
the most complicated thread

right out the gate.

What if she tries
with an easier thread,

one that hasn't been
complicated

by, well, time travel?

- Like your mother's.
- Exactly.

If she succeeds
on an easy thread like hers,

she might be ready
to try Behrad's again.

The thing is, if it comes
from me, they might not buy it.

- But if it comes from me...

They just might.

- Again, I do apologize

that the fabricator is
not functioning, Mr. Rory.

- Oh, man.

It must have been damaged
in the explosion.

Oh.
Ants on a log?

Are those for sharesies?
- My kid.

- Oh, I see what's
happening here.

You're new to this
whole parenting thing.

You know what?

I think you need some advice
from the Papa Gare.

Parenting is about
doing the crap work,

no matter how degrading,

and never, ever once
hearing a word of thanks.

But you'll know in your heart
that they appreciate it,

even if the thought
never crosses their mind.

Isn't that right, Gary Junior?

Oh, "doodie calls,"
as they say.

Crap work.

What is that?

- Okay.

I've removed panel 16-QW-45G.

- Mm, no, I'm pretty sure
I said 16-QW-45T.

- No, you said G.
- No, 16--

- Okay, yep.
Finding T.

- Sara.

Caught a case
of blindness, I hear?

- Yeah, and while Gideon's
down, uh, I'm stuck like this.

But it's no big deal.
- No big deal?

Right, you're the first mortal
to ever see a god's true form

and live to tell the tale.

And that is no big deal.
- It's no big deal.

- So nothing else has
been happening, right?

There's no other side effects?

Look, I know you're not
being honest with me, Sara.

I just want to help.

- What is she
talking about, babe?

Look, it's nothing, okay?

I just...

I didn't want to upset anyone.

- What's so upsetting?

- When I touch somebody,
I see people stabbed to death.

But it's probably just
some subconscious fear

that's been kicked up
by the coma.

It's like a--
it's a nightmare.

- You've lost
one kind of vision,

and you've gained another.

Sara, you're seeing the future.

- Look, they're
just nightmares, Charlie.

This can't be the future,
all right?

It's not possible.
- Why?

You're a Paragon of Destiny who
got radiated by godly light.

Why is it so impossible

that you've gained
the gift of foresight?

- Because we don't all die.

- We?
What do you mean?

Like, we die
in, like, 50 years?

Or we die with me
wearing this exact outfit?

- Option two.
- It's got to be Astra.

- Charlie, would you stop
with the Astra thing?

She saved our lives
in hell, okay?

I'm not just gonna
assume the worst.

What, that she's some
manipulative psychopath?

- Well, she just tried
to manipulate me

into coming in here

and begging Charlie
to use the Loom again, so...

- Okay, well,
that's not a crime.

- Guys, the rings.
They're gone.

I found this
in the trash chute.

- Okay, that is a crime.

- Gidget, play back
internal monitoring

of the parlor, please.

- My internal monitoring
subsystems have been disabled.

I'm afraid we have
a saboteur on board.

- Okay, now I'm starting
to assume the worst.

- Well, this was
inevitable, wasn't it?

The first thing
that goes wrong,

and you all point
the finger at me.

- You know what, Astra?
Slow your roll.

You wanted the rings,
and now they're missing, so...

- You're the only person who
doesn't belong on this ship.

- Happily.

- Look, I was with her
the whole time, all right?

She never took the rings.

And besides,

how is she supposed
to have sabotaged Gideon, eh?

- We have no idea, John.

That's why she's here
and not out the airlock, okay?

Come on, babe.
- Sorry, Astra.

You just spent too much time
with my sisters to be trusted.

- I was shown
more hospitality

in the deepest pits of hell
than on this ship of fools.

- Yeah.
Just sit tight, all right?

I got just the spell
to track this saboteur.

- I never should have
trusted you.

- Did you really, though?

Or did you just, uh, run
out of other options?

- And then there's Zari.
She's from the future.

She's supes cute,
and she can control air.

- What?
- Yep.

- Ants on a log.

- Everybody here
has a superpower.

Do you have a superpower?

- I have this.
- Your gun?

- Uh, yes.

- Your superpower is
that you shoot a gun?

- It shoots fire.
- No, I know.

I don't like any guns.
- Why not?

- I marched in protest of them.

Do you know how dangerous
that thing is?

- Well, that's the point.

Lita...

Shut up.

You know, if it wasn't
for your pops here,

we wouldn't be able
to travel through time.

Mick keeps the lights on.
- The lights are off.

- Well, that's
an unfortunate coincidence.

However, Mick funds
this whole operation

through the simple act
of stealing.

- Oh, didn't you go
to prison for stealing?

Isn't that why
you missed my childhood?

- Damn it, Mick.

Sometimes they're
just souvenirs.

Like, Mick,
did you happen to steal

any French Revolution souvenirs
from Marie Antoinette?

Say yes.

- Yes, yes.
Yes, I did.

- Really?
Can I see them?

- Really?

Come with me.

- Not bad, Nate.

Not bad at all.

Mm.
Not bad, Mick.

Not bad at all.

- Well...
- Yeah, definitely sabotage.

- Yeah.
Thought so.

- Ooh, what happened here?
- Hmm, we have a saboteur.

all: Hmm.
- I think I know who it is.

- Hmm.
Oh, come on!

- Oh, hello, Zari.

- Hello, Astra.

Look, I'm sorry
you are locked up.

- Well, at least we have
that in common.

- We also both lost a relative
who we want back

and got screwed
when the Loom failed.

- Hmm.
One of us more than the other.

Okay, I know John is out there
trying to prove your innocence.

But we both know how much
you wanted those rings,

so why not just give them back?

Oh, wait. I see now.

You think you're here
to interrogate me,

but that's not why
you're really here.

- No, that's literally
why I'm here--

- You're here

because you've got Nate
wrapped around your finger.

And you thought you had John

wrapped around
your finger, too.

But you don't.

What are you talking about?

- When we were choosing
who to weave first,

he picked my mother.

Not Behrad.
- Hmm.

You think you clocked something
between John and I,

and now you're using it
to manipulate me.

Wow, you are devious.
- So are you.

So why don't you use that
devious little brain of yours

and figure out
who really took the rings.

- You think you can repair
the security cameras

to find our thief?

- Maybe, but whoever did this
left a lot of damage

and not a lot of clues.

- Hmm.

- Oh, it seems
we've all arrived

at the scene of the crime.

Well, this crime anyway.

- You know, we could, um--
we could just work together

to find our ring thief.

- Yeah, and how can I hope
to defend Astra

by teaming up
with her accusers?

- We're all looking
for the truth, John.

- Yeah, well, some of us can
just see the situation

a little more clearly
than others.

- You okay?
What's wrong?

- I did--
It was me.

I kill everyone.

- Baby, you are
an amazing assassin, okay?

But you're blind,
and now you've warned us.

The idea of you
killing everyone is--

- Arrogant, delusional,
and just plain rude.

- Yeah, and you're not
that kind of person.

- Something is going on
with me, all right?

I went
from seeing you all dead

to being the one responsible
for it, and I don't know why.

Look, you have to figure out
what is going on.

Look, and until then,
I cannot be trusted, all right?

So promise me,

no matter what I say, you
will not let me out of here.

- Okay, I promise, honey.
I love you, all right?

We're gonna get
to the bottom of this.

Just please take a breath.

- And, uh, what exactly are we
getting to the bottom of?

- I have no idea.
She has lost her damn mind.

- Don't touch anything.
- Copy that.

Whoa.

You really like to steal.
- Don't tell your mom.

Here.

This belonged
to the headless lady.

- So I really dig the whole
Scrooge McDuck aesthetic,

but why not put your money
in a bank?

- A bank?
Too easy to rob.

- Hold on.
All of your money is here?

What if somebody robs this?
- Let them try.

- What about compound interest?

Okay, how much money
is in here?

- A million?
Billion.

- And in ten years, how much
is that gonna be worth?

The same.
It's gonna be worth the same.

If you invest it,
it'll be worth way more.

- Sounds complicated.

- What if you take the
time machine back to the start

of the New York Stock Exchange
and invest it all then?

We could go and buy Manhattan
in the 1600s.

We can invent Bitcoin.

We can become partners
in getting frickin' rich.

Ow.
What the hell?

- Room's off limits.

- So we're finally connecting
and you're shutting me out?

You're a terrible father.

- What are you doing?

- Looking for footage
of you stealing the rings.

It doesn't exist.

Besides, I thought
the cameras were sabotaged.

- Mm, I'm hacking
the backup feed.

- You hack?
- Hmm.

Not so much me, but a version
of me that used to exist.

- Do you think I could talk
to this other version of you?

Maybe she'd trust me.
- Shush, she wouldn't.

You know, you could
gain trust the normal way

by being trustworthy.

- Well, things are
getting crazy out there.

Sara just locked herself up.

- Is locking someone up
her solution to everything?

- Mm...

- She had a vision
that she killed us all.

- Oh.
- Great, so I'm exonerated?

I can go?
- Mm, no.

You're staying in time-out

until we find out
where these rings are.

Huh, speaking of which,
backup feed is up.

Oh, my God.

- Charlie, why'd
you take the rings?

- Mate, that wasn't me.
I mean, it was, but it wasn't.

- Ooh, that does not
look good for me.

- You disabled the cameras?
Are you two in cahoots?

both: No.
- Obviously n--

Why would I hack into footage
that incriminates myself?

- I don't know.

I just destroyed
the food fabricator,

which makes no sense
'cause I love food.

- And let me guess, you
don't remember that either, eh?

- No.

- Oh.

- I am guessing
you also don't remember that.

- I can't believe that
I flushed the Loom of Fate.

- Well, it's all right there
in the surveillance footage

Gideon apparently records
of our bathroom.

W--
- Ew.

- Well, clearly
you're all the culprits,

which obviously exonerates me.

- No.
Still no.

- Yeah, this could all be
mind control.

- It's--
You think I'm behind it?

all: Yeah.

Who's there?

- It's Papa Gare to the rescue.

- Damn it, Gary.
What are you doing in here?

- Oh, don't worry.
I'm not gonna let you out.

I'm not a crazy person--
- No, I'm serious.

You cannot be in here.
It is not safe.

- Well, neither is
solitary confinement.

- Gary, what are...
What?

- Which is why,
after careful consideration,

I've decided you need
my emotional-support dog

more than I do.

- I mean, I guess...

I guess it is
kind of comforting.

- Just promise me
you'll treat him

like the little angel he is.

- Kill him.
- Wait.

Who--who said that?
- Said what?

Gary Junior, stop barking.

- Gary can't hear me.
Now kill him.

Ah, good girl.
Now kill them all.

- Which is why,
after careful consideration,

I've decided you need
my emotional-support dog--

- Wait, wait.

Oh, my God.
It's the dog.

Your dog is a demon, and it's
gonna tell me to kill everyone.

But you know what?

I am not gonna listen.
I'm not gonna listen, dog.

- I'd appreciate it
if you didn't raise your voice.

Gary Junior is
a very nervous pee-er.

- Hey!
Hey, where is everyone?

- Sara, Sara, Sara.
Hey, hey.

- Oh, bollocks.
How did you escape?

- Hey, look,
I figured it out.

It's Gary's dog. He's gonna
make me kill everyone.

- Okay, babe.
Just calm down.

You told us not to listen
to anything you say.

The dog?
- Look, I know.

But just listen.

I can prove to you that I am
telling the truth, all right?

I had a vision
that I killed Gary,

and then in real time,
I saved him.

And the fact that
he is alive right now

proves that I am not lying.

- You were right
to lock yourself up, love.

- Listen, I know
that I sound crazy,

but you just take me
to that dog,

and you will see that I am not.

- Gary, where is Gary Junior?
- No idea.

He ran off shortly after
she screamed at him.

- What?
I was saving your life.

- From who?
- From me!

- Okay, enough.

John, stay with Sara.
Gary, let's go find the dog.

- Yes.
Teaming up like old times.

- Ew.
Whoa, gross.

Can you wash
your hands first, please?

Okay.

Hmm, that's weird.

- What the hell is
Gary Junior doing there?

- Wait, go back
to the other footage.

There.
Zoom out.

Look, he's there
every bloody time.

- Oh.

- Junior. Here, boy.

Where are you?

- Okay, he's not ship-broken.
He doesn't come when called.

Where the hell did you get him?
- I don't want to say.

- Gary, my girlfriend's
gone crazy,

and I'm looking for a dog
to prove it.

I am beyond mad.

- Fine.
- Hmm?

- I rescued him.
- Oh.

- From hell.
- You adopted a hellhound?

- Well, when you say it
like that...

I saw him when we got Astra.

He was all alone.
I felt bad for him.

- Oh, my God.
Sara was right.

This dog is making us go crazy.
This is absurd.

This is more absurd
than that StabCast I did

on the Son of Sam.

Wait. Uh...

What does "Son of Sam" mean?

'Cause I-I feel
like Gary Junior

kept saying that to me
in his barks.

- What? No, it was a guy
in the '70s in New York.

He killed a bunch of people

and later said that
a dog made him do it.

- Oh, my God.

You adopted
Son of Sam's demon dog.

Oh, my God.

At least I didn't buy
from a breeder.

- Whatever he says,
don't listen to him.

- All I hear is
annoying barking.

- All I hear is why
I should murder you all.

And he's making
some very good points.

- Nate.
- Nate.

Nate, d--
No.

Hey, hey, hey.
Hey!

- Was I trying to murder you
with a stool?

- Yeah.
- Yes.

I am so sorry, guys.

- What the hell
are you doing?

- It's a whistle
only dogs can hear.

- Why are you doing this to us?

- Because I hate hats.
I hate stupid ties.

And I hate Gary!

- But I rescued you from hell.
- From hell?

Wait, are you working
for my sisters?

- Uh, no, sweetheart.
I'm the Canine of Chaos.

I was gonna have you
murder each other,

but now I'm gonna
kill you myself!

- Whoa.
- Get to the dais.

- Don't let me out now.

- Where'd he go?

- What's that?

- Yeah, it looks like
we owe you an apology, love.

- Wait, that was Junior?

- Well, let's just say Gary
has some explaining to do.

Come on.

Let's go stop this bloody thing
before it kills someone.

- Gary, your hand's on my--

Just move it.
- Sorry.

- Ow, Gary, that hurts.
- Sorry.

- Gary, your hand is
still on my--

- No, I think that's me.

- You can leave it
if you're comfortable.

It really doesn't bother me.

- Can I put my hand back?
- Man, shut up, Gary.

- Why are you all acting like

I brought the Son of Sam's dog
here on purpose?

- That's who that demon is?
both: Yeah.

- Let me out.
I will get rid of him.

- How?

- You still don't trust me,
do you?

- No.

- Ava, just let her out.

If we'd listened to her
in the first place,

we wouldn't be in this
hot, uncomfortable mess.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey.

- Astra, I--

- Huh. Whoa--
- Uh, yeah.

Hey, I think you accidentally
put the force field back up.

- I think she knows.

- Oh, come on.

- You've got to be kidding!

- You really shouldn't mess

with someone so comfortable
with torture.

- Lita, open the door.

- Go away, Becky.

- I know what it's like
to be mad at your parents.

I lit mine on fire.

But let's talk about it.

- We have nothing
to talk about.

- This is taking too damn long.
We have to find that dog.

- Yeah, don't I know it.

And I could really use
another set of eyes.

No offense.
- Wait, wait, wait.

What if we can use my vision
to search the ship?

- Yeah.
- Give me your hand.

- Is it working?

We have to get to the library.
- All right, come on.

- Come on.
Open the door.

- Lita!

Get away from her,
you mangy mutt!

You idiot.
I was born from fire!

- What did you do?
- Ah! I told it to attack me.

But at least I got you
to protect me.

- John, I'm blind.
- But you're not deaf.

- Now what?

- Ah, to send the demon
to hell,

I need to know
its true name.

- Well, I'm pretty sure
it's not Gary Junior.

- His name is Marchosias.

- Astra, you dick!

- No!

- All right,
that should do it.

Gideon, are we back online?

- I'm happy to report
all functions are restored.

- Ooh, you smell that?
- Oh, my God.

What--

- Gideon, what is that smell?

- Gideon, did something die
in your ventilation system?

- No, it's me.

I had to scour every inch
of the waste disposal unit,

but I found the rings.

- Whoa, whoa.
Just hold on.

- Ugh.
- Thanks, Gary.

- Yeah, getting the rings was
a tough but fair punishment

for letting a hellhound
onto the ship.

- It's all right.
All is forgiven.

You were obviously
mind-controlled.

- I wasn't.
- Hmm?

I just thought
he was really cute.

- Of course you did.
- Yeah.

Well, this has been
very traumatic for me.

So, once the time couriers
came back online,

I got myself another
emotional-support animal.

- You what?
- Oh, come on.

- What?
- Oh, come on.

- What is it?
- It's a "wittle wabbit."

- Oh, babe,
it's actually really cute.

- I've named him
Gary Junior II.

- Please tell me
he's not from hell, though,

because I'm gonna have to--

- No, no, I wouldn't make
that mistake again.

- Okay.

- No, I got this "wittle" guy
from a mysterious carnie

who warned me never
to feed him past midnight.

- Is one of those for me?
- No, you're too young.

- Oh, so now you obey the law.
- Never.

You're my kid.
My responsibility.

And I only want
what's best for you.

I was a little harsh
before, and--

- It's okay.
You saved my life.

- It's no excuse.
Let me explain.

Ah.

"The life of a criminal
is a life of misery.

"I've spent years in jail

"thanks to some
red leather freak.

So fast, that I couldn't--"

- It's okay, it's okay.
I get it.

You just don't want me

to suffer in the ways
that you have.

- Should I, um, stop reading?

- We have a common interest,

and I thought
we could bond over it.

But I understand
why we shouldn't.

- Right.
I'll take you home.

- Why?

I thought we were spending
the weekend together.

- You want to stay?
- Yeah.

Today wasn't so bad...

Dad.

- Hmm.

Roller derby tomorrow.

- No.
Absolutely not.

- The mall?
- Definitely no.

I see you're making
yourself comfortable.

- You looking for John?
- No.

I am looking for you.

- Why?
We're not friends.

I only saved your entire team
because it helped me.

- And I only told Ava to let
you out because it helped us.

- So we're even.
We're the same.

No, girl.

You released encores
onto the world

just to get your own way.

- So we're not even.

We'll keep using each other
till it stops suiting us.

I am comfortable with that.

- I'm not.

I don't know--let's see
if we can be more than that.

Come on, let me show you
around this weirdo ship.

- I'm good.

Not planning on staying long.

But you get points for trying.

Okay.

- You know, I was thinking
maybe later we could--

- Try blindfolding you?

- Stop reading my mind,
or it's gonna get--

- Awesome?

Okay, let's just fix you up.
Come on, baby.

- Okay, Gideon.
Do your thing.

- Scan complete.

I do not detect
any abnormalities

in Captain Lance's
ocular region.

- What do you mean
no abnormalities?

- Gideon, she's still blind.

- I'm sorry,
but there's nothing I can do.

- Greg, move your head.