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I may be an empath,
but I-- I'm no mind reader.

My dad served
in the military, too.

He said EarthCom did some
pretty messed up stuff

during the War.

The only reason you came on
in this little adventure

was because I promised
you information

about what happened
to your parents.

You used me
like you always do
to get what you wanted.

You don't care whose lives
you put at risk to do that.

Why do you always have
to act so superior?

Because I am superior.

- It's not narcissism.

It's an empirical fact.

♪ You say goodbye ♪

Atria's been bugging me
to do a night up

at that new spa up
on The Pearl.

I hear it's great.

I hear it's expensive.

Oh, come on,
it'll be a fun trip
up the space elevator.

We deserve a night of R & R
with a little zero-g massages,

maybe a facial.

I would very much like
to attend also.

Sorry,
no C chromosomes allowed.

Girls only, Ralen.

But why don't you and Thomas
plan a boys' night together,

do something fun.

Like throwing chairs.

Is that
your idea of fun?

On Zatar, throwing chairs
is considered
quite entertaining.

You will never guess
what I found out.

You know, that very
stud-muffinly
young teacher's assistant

that you don't want to admit
you're so crushing on?

You mean Xander?

-Mmm.
-Mmm-hmm.

He has a birthday tomorrow,

and he doesn't want anyone
to know about it.

Well, then he obviously
told the wrong person.

Was that a joke?

Just an insight I've made
from observing Atria's
behavioral patterns.

So in other words, it's a joke.

Well, he didn't tell me.

He told Kossara,
and then Kossara told me.

Why would he tell the bartender
that he's having birthday

if he didn't want anyone to--?

You're Delaney Pilar,
aren't you?

I am.
But you may call me Pilar.

I am Jet.
I'm in Shral's Interstellar
Protocol class with you.

You know, maybe we could
get together to study

-one day.

Well, she's already
in a study group.

-Would you like to--?
- No, thank you, Jet.

Maybe next semester.

Oh, how about dinner
this semester?

Ah, sorry, I'm really busy.

But I appreciate
the invitation.

You obviously have time
for drinks with your friends,

but you have no problem
blowing me off, huh?

Don't tell me you're
with this Zit?

I'm not "with" anyone.

And I'm definitely
not interested
in being "with" you.

You know, someone's
gonna knock you off
that pedestal one day,

-you smug--
-I suggest you walk away.

Now.

You OK?

When you're as attractive
and smart as I am,

unfortunately, these things
happen more frequently
than I'd like.

But I'm fine.

Could I get a Sumi Starburst,
please?

What's wrong with that one?

Are you sure you're OK?

Never better.

Like many Sumi customs,

their dining etiquette
is highly ritualized.

They begin each meal
by praising the host

and declaring themselves
unworthy of his
or her generosity.

What might the Sumi make
of the old Earth tradition

of touching glasses
to make a toast?

Ms. Larson.

As it says in chapter three

of Simak's Guide
to Interstellar Diplomacy,

the Sumi are very sensitive
to gestures of respect
and disrespect,

so I think they would appreciate
the honor of someone
making a toast to them.

Then I sincerely hope
you don't pursue a career
in interstellar relations,

or we might find ourselves
in yet another war.

Who would like to explain
Ms. Larson's error?

Ms. Pilar, please enlighten us
with your wisdom.

As it says in chapter four
of the Simak's Guide,

the Sumi are also
extremely sensitive
to germs and contamination.

They'd find the gesture
of touching their glass,
or any other eating utensil,

to someone else's
to be repulsive.

And possibly an act
of violence and hostility.

Excellent.

War with the Sumi
mercifully averted.

Class dismissed.

-Hey...
-I'm used to it.

Some people think
I have an unfair advantage

because of my nanites and
connection to the datastream.

But that only helps with things
like rote memorization,

which the Academy isn't about.

The teachers here expect
analysis and critical thinking.

I have to do that
with my own brain,
just like everybody else.

You study harder
than anyone I know.

You deserve those straight A's.

Speaking of studying,

I talked to Xander
about needing some
extra tutoring from him,

and I've arranged to have him
come to the Black Hole tomorrow

at exactly 1900 hours.

God, I love surprise parties.

And boy, is he
gonna be surprised.

Do you think that maybe,
since he didn't tell anybody
it was his birthday, that--

-Pilar!

Pilar, can you hear me?

Pilar! Can you hear me?

Pilar, wake up!

Are the doctors going to call
when they know what's wrong?

I hope so.

I'm listed as Pilar's
emergency contact but...

never thought
she'd actually need it.

Maybe I should go back
to the medical center
and see if she's OK.

No need.

They released you.

Are you OK?

Should you not be getting
more tests?

Oh, I already got plenty.

Anyway, the cute doctor
gave me a thorough check up,

including diagnostics of all
of my implants and nanites.

I'm entirely fine.

Other than the fact the doctor
already has a girlfriend.

So, what happened?
Why did you collapse?

Just exhaustion and stress,
they said.

Apparently it happens
to a lot of freshman.

But you haven't been exhausted
or stressed, have you?

Only... with mid-terms
coming up,

I guess I've been
pushing myself too hard.

Maybe we should do that spa day
sooner than later.

Oh, can I?

Still no.

OK.

Where you going, P?

Wha--?

Stop looking.

She's hot.

Could you stop staring?

This is not stress. This is
something way more serious.

I think I was sleepwalking.

You don't just suddenly
start sleepwalking.

And yesterday,
you collapsed leaving class.

I think something could be
seriously wrong with you.

The doctors said
my bios were completely normal.

Maybe it's not
something physical.

I assure you
there is nothing wrong with me.

I am functioning
at peak efficiency.

You know, if you're ever
worried about anything,
you can talk to me, right?

I just need to
rest and recharge.

I will meditate
on the datastream again
before Xander's party.

-I'm worried about you.
-You needn't be.

I am looking forward
to the party tomorrow
and watching the two of you

do your "we don't have the hots
for each other" mating dance.

-We don't have--
-Good night, Jax.

Good night, P.

Aah...

What is it?

Are you all right?

No. You woke me up
with all that yelling.

What are you talking about,
silly?

You said you really wanted
a strawberry milkshake?

No, I didn't.

Although I was thinking
about one.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

Ever since me
and my pop mind dived,

my telepathic powers
seem to be growing.

So, what am I
thinking now?

Did you just do
what I think you did?

That's telekinesis,
not telepathy.

How is that even possible?

You can't tell anyone
about this.

Why not?

It's too dangerous.

The ETC did horrible things
to my pop during the war.

If they found out
that I inherited
some of his abilities, then--

The war is long over.

The Corps was disbanded
years ago.

They're always planning
for the next one.

And I can't put you or any
of our friends in danger.

Isn't that a little paranoid?

EarthCom doesn't do
things like that...

do they?

Pilar au naturel. Oh...

Thank you, God.

Is everything all right, Pilar?

Of course. Uh...

See you tonight at the party.

Pilar, where are you?

All right. Xander's gonna
be here in a few minutes.
Everybody hide!

Where is Pilar?

Is she not attending?

She'll be here.

She said she wouldn't miss it.

And then, last night,
I had this amazing
breakthrough on my paper.

The Battle of Proxima Centauri
has always been considered

a turning point
in the Earth-Zatarian War,

but didn't EarthCom
really gain the advantage
after the Siege Of 2187?

Well, uh, that's certainly
an... interesting thesis.

You don't agree?

It doesn't matter
whether I agree or not,

as long as you have facts
to back up your arguments.

Oh. Thanks, Xander.

Thank you. That is good advice.

Now, just one more thing--

Surprise!

Happy birthday!

Thanks. Thank you.

Many happy returnings.

Is that not right?

It's close enough.

Well, this is
certainly a surprise.

Well, you can thank Atria
for that.

She insisted we do something
for your birthday.

Obviously. Thank you.
Thank you, Atria.

Happy birthday, Xander.

Oh.

Oh, hug him already!

Sushi?

Yeah.

Great.

You know
I really do appreciate this.

I didn't realize how much
I needed a break from work.

Ah... yes, work.

Too bad you can't tell me
what that is.

Although, I am sure
saving the galaxy
can be quite exhausting.

-Hmm.
-Hmm.

You looking for someone
who's not me?

Pilar.

She was supposed
to be here by now.

I gotta go.

You're leaving already?

Why? Do you want me to stay?

Well,
I didn't say that exactly.

Hey, ah...

You're learning.

Anyways, I gotta go
check on Pilar
and make sure she's OK.

By the way, you never
told me what you wanted
for your birthday.

You never asked.

Well, I'm asking now.

Well, how 'bout I tell you
when you get back?

Deal.

Welcome home, Jax.

Pilar, where--?

Pilar.

Jax.

I think I'm broken.

I'm broken, Jax.

There's got to be
something wrong
with my bio-organic.

It's the only explanation
for what's wrong with me.

Stop that!

What are you talking about?

This isn't stress.

Something in me
is malfunctioning.

Something the doctors missed.

There's got to be an error
with my implants

or the core data program
that controls the nanites
in my bloodstream

that's affecting
my motor functions.

I didn't want to tell anyone

'cause I was afraid
you'd think I was crazy

or just making
this whole thing up.

No one who knows you
would ever think that.

We just want to help you.

If there's nothing
physically wrong

with me or my implants,

then it must all be
in my mind.

Maybe it's not my parts,
maybe I'm the one
having a breakdown.

I don't know what's wrong,

but we're gonna
figure this out.

Together. OK?

You've thoroughly analyzed
all of your bio-organics?

What about their source code?

Not yet.

Then let's go through them,

line by line,
until we find the glitch.

What if there is no glitch?

What if it's me, Jax?
What if I'm the one
who's broken?

No matter what,
I will always be here for you.

You're not alone.

Thanks, Jax.

I've never really understood
what it's like
to have a real friend.

I never needed one until today.

Happy birthday, lieutenant.

What?

I said happy birthday, Xander.

It's almost morning,
and you haven't even
unwrapped your present yet.

Kossara...

not tonight.

Thank you.

It's been a long night.

We've found nothing.

It's hopeless.

And now I really am exhausted.

Wait... look at this.
It's the code
for your dataport.

This one line keeps doing that.

It could have been so easy
for the doctors to miss it
in their diagnostics.

It's not your hardware,
it's your software.

I think we just
found the glitch.

I don't think it was a mistake.

It looks like a back door
was programmed into the code
to access the datastream...

and me.

I thought the datastream
was impossible to hack.

Even the Zatarians
couldn't do it during the War.

It is impossible...

without a back door like this.

Who could have put that there?

Most likely, the original
programmer at the company

that manufactured the dataport.

Let me guess.

Parallax.

But why would they want
to hack your implants?

I have no idea.

There's only one reason
to put malicious code in there.

Whoever did that wanted
to be able to control you.

I feel so
completely violated, Jax.

What do you say we cut
their strings, Pinocchio?

I don't know.

Once we sever the connection,

whoever's responsible won't be
able to control you anymore.

But if I leave it disconnected,
I won't be able to access
the datastream again.

No.

At least not until we track down
who's been doing this to you.

How do we do that?

I've been on the datastream
my whole life.

I don't even know
how to exist without it.

Do you trust me?

I'm learning to.

I haven't always been
as loyal to my friends
as I should have.

But I only want to help you.

I know that.

Good.

'Cause I need you
to believe me when I say
we can't do this alone.

We're going to need some help.

It's absolutely inconceivable.

So you don't believe me?

Of course I do, Ms. Pilar.

I just find it unconscionable
that anyone

could inflict
this kind of suffering on you.

We have to do something
about this.

It appears logical that
Parallax is responsible
for the flaw in the code.

If you can figure out why,

that will help you
determine the who.

But... what could anybody
want from me?

I wish I could answer that.

What happened at the Black Hole
and then those holograms
of her, that's personal.

Someone has a grudge
against Pilar.

Do you know anyone who might fit
that description, Ms. Zhou?

As a matter of fact I do.

Hey, Jet.

We need to talk to you.

About Pilar.

Yeah, sure.
I'd love to talk about her,

especially those big, round--

Whoa!

Man, this guy's fast.

Perhaps that's why he goes
by the moniker "Jet."

Do you think?

I'm so sorry.

How clumsy of me.

Ow, you're hurting me, man!

That is my intention.

What do you want?

You tell us, genius.

You're the one with all
the tricked out uber-tech,

so you must have
all the answers.

Yeah.
Something about Pilar, right?

You are correct, Jax.

He does possess a keen degree
of mental acuity, after all.

What do you want me to say?

I couldn't resist sending out
that holo-nude
after she flamed me.

We know you are the one
who hacked her dataport

and forced her
to behave in such
an uncharacteristic fashion.

I didn't hack anybody!

You-- You can't hack
the datastream. It's impossible.

How did you find out
about the back door
in the datastream code?

What back door?

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

If you continue
to be duplicitous,

I may be forced to apply
some Zatarian methods
of persuasion.

We call it the mind ripper.

The English translation
is not entirely accurate,

but I believe
you get the point.

I've never tried this
on a human before, but there's
a first time for everything.

No, no, no. Look--
Look, I'm sorry I
embarrassed your friend, OK?

But I never hacked her.
I don't have that kind of tech.

Really!

-Uh, hello? What is this?
-Ow!

I'm commencing a mind ripper.

OK, OK, look, it's all fake, OK?

My implants don't actually
do anything.
They're just for show.

Speak.

The hacker crowd I run with...

they can afford
all this incredible tech.

Or their parents can, anyway.

My family don't have
the credits to afford it.

So... I fake it.

This...

This is just an ordinary
contact lens.

Yeah.

And-- And this, this is
a real dataport,

but it isn't connected
to anything.

And this tech on my face
is a cheap fake.

Guys, I-- I couldn't have
hacked your friend, or anyone,
even if I wanted to.

I think he's telling the truth,
Ralen.

If you did not hack Pilar,
then who did?

How the hell should I know?

Whoa. No, no, please.

This is your crowd, right?

They're always trying
to one-up each other

with the most difficult hacks.

So if someone was able
to pull off the impossible

and hack the datastream,
they would tell everyone,

would they not?

Tell us who's been extolling
their cybernetic acumen
and technical aptitude.

Uh...

You...

Bragging.

Who's been bragging?

You don't know
what these people would do
to me if you cross them.

You should be more worried
about what I'll do to you.

-Come on.
-Wait, stop! Stop!

I can give you the names
of some people I think
could have done it.

But I don't know for sure.

How are you supposed to relax
when it's so quiet without
any voices in your head?

The idea is to
feel your own body,

-listen to your own thoughts.

-I don't like my own thoughts.

I keep remembering
how completely helpless
I felt that night

at the Black Hole.

And then those holo-nudes
Jet sent to the entire school.

Normally, I could block it out
by flooding my mind

with sounds and images
from the datastream. But...

You've never been
off the datastream this long,
have you?

Not since I was six years old.

That's when I first
got my implants.

I don't even remember
my life before that.

The datastream
has always been there.

I didn't have
any brothers or sisters.

Or really any friends.

It was a way to not feel
so alone anymore.

I don't know
how you concentrate

with all those sounds and images
in your head all the time.

When I'm on the datastream,

it feels like
I'm connected to something
larger than myself.

Do you ever feel that way?

I guess that's why
I joined the Academy.

To find that something.

I had it, and I've lost it.

I can't help thinking,

what if I have to keep
off the datastream forever

to keep this
from happening again?

That is not going to happen.

Maybe those other students
were right to resent me.

I've spent months
convincing everybody

how superior I am
because of my enhancements.

Without them...

I don't know who I am.

You said it yourself...

the datastream can only
get you so far.

You've still had to work hard
to succeed at this Academy.

Even without the enhancements,
you are still beautiful

and funny
and brilliant and kind...

a true friend.

I know that should be enough.

But this hacker stole
something from me,
and I can't just let it go.

None of us are.

I promise.

We should get to class.

I'm not sure
I can face other people today.

Not if they're
still talking about--

Fine then. We'll ditch class.

No. You should go.

And leave you alone
with all this quiet?

I don't think so.

I'll be OK. You go to class.

The study group needs you.

Without me, they'll need
the second smartest
student in the group.

I'll be OK.

I'll see you later.

OK.

Perhaps we are approaching this
incorrectly.

If we can determine
how the interloper
took control of Pilar,

that may help us
identify who is responsible.

From what I learned
from talking to Professor Baker
in the engineering department,

they could be anywhere
on the datastream.

They wouldn't even
have to be close to Pilar
to mess with her.

Which would explain
Parallax's involvement.

But why choose her?

Shral thinks there might be
a personal connection.

But if that were the case,
wouldn't the hacker
want to watch her every moment?

At least
while he's controlling her?

Jet was in the Black Hole
when Pilar walked in.

Jet was also
in Professor Shral's class
when Pilar collapsed.

Was that the first incident?

No. It was in the Black Hole,

when she ordered
another Sumi Starburst,

even though she had one
she hadn't even touched yet.

So who else was there?

I mean here.

Jet, but I am almost positive
it wasn't him.

There were at least
a dozen other people here.

But I regret to say
I... I don't recall any of them.

I have a plan.

What if we re-integrate Pilar
to the datastream again

and wait for the hacker
to try something.

Only this time, we'll be there
waiting for them.

It sounds dangerous, Jax.

Are you sure Pilar will
want to risk going back
on the datastream?

There's only one way for us
to know for certain.

We must ask Pilar.

Welcome home, Jax.

Oh, no.

Pilar is gone.

Like "gone" gone.

I can't believe it.

She didn't even say sayonara.

I don't think
she's coming back.

Wassup, Atria?

Why is she here?

Pilar's in trouble.

I know you're upset with me,
and I don't blame you.

But we really
don't have time for this.

Pilar has left the Academy.

We need to locate her
before something else
unfortunate happens to her.

I'd like to, but what can I do?

You can help us
find out who's responsible.

How's that?

We think it's someone
who hangs out with Jet
and his hacker squad.

So if you could just
get close enough
to read their minds,

-then maybe we--
-What?

-You told them?
-I had to.

Pilar needs us.

This was supposed
to be between us, Atria.
It was private.

I didn't want you to tell
anybody. I told you that.

Please, Tommy.

If you can read minds
after what happened
with your father,

then you're the only one
who can help us help Pilar.

I know you don't trust me
after I used you to get

what I wanted
with your father and Tierney,

but this isn't about me.

This is about our friend.

And she needs
our help right now.

That's why I need to take
a leave of absence
from the Academy, Dr. Osborn.

Well, frankly, I thought
you had a much brighter future
ahead of you here.

That you might be able to make
command track eventually,

or there could even be a role
for you in the C.I.S.

Apparently, I was mistaken.

I just can't control
what's happening to me.

I need some time to heal
and re-evaluate--

I can assure you
you will have ample time

to re-evaluate
your choices in life.

Consider yourself expelled.

Expelled?

-Uh, but I don't want to leave.
I just need--
- You're excused.

Good luck
with your future endeavors.

-But, sir--
-I said you're excused,
Ms. Pilar.

Good day.

Xander?

What's wrong?

I've been expelled.

Surely not.

Can you...?

Can you talk to the professor?

Ask him to reconsider.
I just need some time.

I understand.

You know, I saw
those holo-nudes of you.

You did?

Hey. Don't be embarrassed.

You looked amazing.

It made me wonder
if maybe I've been

chasing the wrong girl.

-What?
- Well,
you're very beautiful.

You have an amazing body.

Maybe you and I can

spend some time together
on The Pearl,

discuss how I can convince
Professor Osborn

to let you back
into the Academy, hmm?

Just you and me.

What about Jax? I-I thought
you had feelings for her.

Pretty sure there's
enough of me to go around.

Hey.

No, no.

Jax.

Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

You won't believe
what's been happening.

What is it? What's happening?

I went to your uncle for help,

-and he wants me
to leave school.
-What?

-And then Xander.
-What about Xander?

Oh, it doesn't matter.

I'm just glad you're here.

Cool. Well, I'm about to go
to the Black Hole with Ralen
for some drinks.

Do you wanna come?

No, I...

Oh, I think I did something
really dumb.

Yeah. Walking into
the Black Hole naked
was pretty stupid.

What?

You know that wasn't me.

Come on, Pilar. We all
know what really happened.

You had too much to drink,
got wasted, it's all very
walk of shame-y.

What are you talking about? I--

I thought you were my friend.
How can you say that?

You're apparently confused.
See, Atria's my friend.

You're just my roommate.

You said that we were
more than that.

I didn't want to be the one
to tell you this,

but I have some friends
going to college on Europa,

and they've all seen
your holo-nude.

They can't believe
that you're my roommate.

You're kind of a C-list
celebrity now.

I gotta go, Jax.

Bye, Pilar.

What do you think you're doing?

Oh, my God.

Ralen!

I think I'm going crazy.

I was about to jump.

I understand.

Would you like me to push you?

Don't worry, Jet.

We're not here to ask you
any more questions about Pilar.

Good. 'Cause you know I wouldn't
tell you nothing anyway.

Neither would my friends

because we don't know nothing,
right, guys?

Of course.

Anyways, we found out
who's responsible

and we just thought
you might want to know.

We need to go.

Now.

Did you just tell me to jump?

Why not?

What do you really
have to live for?

Unless you want to
come back to Zatar with me.

My father might have
special use for a person
with your abilities.

What use?

Don't be naive.

You know why I'm really here.

You know who my father is.

You will be a--

What did they call them
during your Cold War,

a "useful idiot"
in the battle to come.

I would never
betray the Confederacy.

Why?

It has already betrayed you.

You found out something,
did you not?

I did.

Except for Jet, they all know
about the back door.

But only one of them
was smart enough
to figure out how to use it.

Who? Who knew?

-Locate Sarika Larson.

Go on.

Don't stop now.

-Jump!

Pilar.

What are you doing?

I'm going to jump.

Isn't that what you want?

You'll all be happier
when I'm gone.

No.

Of course not.

You said I was lying.

That I made it all up.

That wasn't me, Pilar.

You're in a simulation.

None of this is real,

but if you jump,
your brain could think it is,

and you could get
seriously hurt.

You need to step down, now!

Wha--?

What are you talking about?

This can't be another trick,
can it?

It is,

but I'm not the one
playing it on you.

You're in the VR Simulator
at school.

After I left you, you must have
logged back onto the datastream

and got hacked again.
None of this is real.

No, no, no...
She-- She's lying.

Do it. Jump.

You're broken.

Your friends don't believe you.

You're worthless. Weak.

And deserve everything
that's coming to you.

That's not Ralen. It's Sarika.

Who's Sarika?

How do you not know
who Sarika is!

From Shral's class.

She's the one who hacked you.

She's the one
who lured you here.

She's jealous of you,
and she wanted to hurt you.

But you are so much stronger
than this.

You have always been there
for me when I needed you.

Let me be there for you now.

VR program terminated.

That must have felt good.

You have no idea.

Uh, let me get you
another one, Atria.

How did you know I--?

Why does it
have to be like this?

I thought after everything--

I did it for Pilar, Jax.

Not for you.

That's what real friends
do for each other.

I understand.

I have to go.
Catch you later, Atria.

Bye, Thomas.

What in the worlds?

Ms. Pilar.
Just who I was looking for.

I... I didn't forget
an assignment, did I?

Not at all.

I have news to share
that I thought
you'd all like to hear.

By unanimous vote
of the disciplinary committee,

Sarika Larson has been expelled
from the Academy.

And furthermore,
on my recommendation,

the civilian authorities
have been alerted to pursue
assault charges against her.

I can't thank you enough
for your help, sir.

Would you like to join us,
professor?

-Don't mind if I do.

Yeah.

I'm sure you'll be pleased
to hear you received

a perfect score on your
Interstellar Protocol midterm.

An impressive feat, considering
you were under the weather
at the time.

And you weren't even back
on the datastream yet.

That was 100 percent
Delaney Pilar.

That's wonderful!

Yay you!

The real congratulations
belongs to you guys.

You never gave up on me,

even after I gave up on myself.

Aww.

Ms. Larson?

Do I know you?

Regan Fried.

That was a most impressive
piece of coding.

What do you mean?

Let me be frank.

We gave the information
about the back door flaw

to a select number
of candidates.

You're the only one
who exploited it successfully.

How do you know about that?

We created it.

The Parallax Corporation
is always looking
for creative thinkers

like yourself.

Would you be interested
in a job?

Only if I can get back
at Delaney Pilar

and her friends
who ruined my entire life.

I'm sure we can accommodate
any outside interests
you may have.

Then you have yourself
a deal, Ms. Fried.

Apparently, we do understand
each other after all.

Professor Shral,

I didn't realize he
was expecting you.

Most certainly he is not.

-Right, I'll just tell him--
-Don't even bother.

Oh, Martin, what can I--?

You knew.

Parallax was using that girl
to hack Delaney Pilar.

Excuse me.

You wanted to use the roommate
to spy on Ms. Zhou for you,

but what you didn't expect
was that she was unreliable
and had her own agenda.

I do not know
why you would think that.

I do not work with Parallax, and
I certainly would never condone

the physical or emotional abuse
of one of our students.

But...

if somebody is attempting
to observe Pandora,

we need to find out
who they are and why.

How long do you intend
to keep her in the dark
about who she really is?

Until I know the threat
she poses has been neutralized

and where the girl's
allegiances truly lie.

You're playing with fire,
Donovan.

If you're not careful,
you're going to burn.

No, Martin.

If we don't put out this fire,
we all burn.