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Previously on Roswell, New Mexico...

Jones said, once you've gathered all the pieces,

Liz Ortecho will bring the alighting.

This is a method of transportation?

I'm thinking about a lot that would prevent him

and his followers from ever using it.

That's what Jones wanted from Liz.

He thought that she could pick that lock.

Clyde, he's a true believer.

He didn't need his precious savior

to warp his mind into obeying.

All right, look, whatever

your problem is with me and my father,

it's got nothing to do with her.

She'll pay for what she did against the cause.

- This isn't over. - Given I now have the means to finish

what my savior asked to be built, I think it is.

I sense your nerves.

You needn't be afraid.

I see great potential in you.

Tonight, you become a child of Ophiuchus.

Like this precious flower

that grows from the ashes of our people.

Some believe that it is our spirit blossoming anew.

Like this flower,

we will rise from the ashes of Oasis and ascend

to a greater purpose.

I want nothing more.

My life was meaningless before your teachings.

Well, there is more to Ophiuchus than being a follower.

Uh, what is that, my savior?

A chance to evolve.

No doubt you've heard the stories

of how I used science to enhance my abilities.

As one of my most loyal acolytes,

I would like you to join my inner circle

and share this gift with you.

Why me?

I never even formed my own Triad.

I can offer you something so much better than a Triad.

This Ophiuchan mark forges a bond between us

that allows you to draw on my strength.

That is the sacrifice I will make for you.

And there will come a time

when I will require a sacrifice from you in return.

Welcome to my family.

♪ You... ♪

Yo, teach.

We open in 30.

Mind if I clear this booth before the morning rush?

Vanessa, don't touch my stuff.

Relájate.

What is all this anyway?

You wouldn't understand, even if you tried.

♪ And shut down... ♪

We're closed.

Well, that doesn't look like the soup of the day.

I can't remember the genome sequence

to rapid amplification...

Never mind. Uh, what do you need, Rosa?

My brain used to get foggy, too, when I was coming down.

- I don't have time for this. - Well, make time, Liz.

I mean, the alien mist is taking over your life.

You moved out of Max's house, you took my blood

to save Michigan J Frog. I mean, when was the last time

that you slept or thought about anything other than science?

How about you focus on your own recovery.

♪ Guardian ♪

♪ I'll be your warrior of care ♪

♪ Your first warden... ♪

Are you joking?

Oh, my God. What is this? Some sort of intervention?

- She's being melodramatic. - She's not the only one worried about you.

Look, I'm sure I'm the last person

you want to see right now, but we all want to help.

Must not be that bad, right? Otherwise,

- Maria would be here. - She wanted to be.

She's keeping watch at Alien-henge

in case someone tries to phone home.

Guerin and Alex would've been here, too,

if they weren't stuck inside Theo's pocket dimension.

Which is why I am working to pull them out.

God, I just need to take a little bit longer,

- and then I'll be fine... - Yeah, a little bit turns into a lot, Liz.

You keep feeding the fix until there's nothing left to feed.

Come with us to Deep Sky.

We'll set you up to detox.

I'm working on a hybrid methadone

that'll help ease the withdrawal symptoms.

No, no, just because you've done a couple backdoor alien surgeries

does not mean you understand what I'm doing, Kyle.

I just watched the most irredeemable person you can imagine

find her second act.

If Tezca can rehabilitate herself, Liz, so can you.

I am working on this to protect us from threats she set in motion.

And Clyde, well, he's still out there doing God knows what.

What are these equations, Liz?

Clyde is interested in harnessing your abilities.

And since you gave them up,

I am charting the nucleotides in your triple helix to see

if I can fight fire with actual fire.

Oh, by replicating the blue flame in the lab.

Yes.

You're only going down this spiral

because I refused to face my fears.

But this is so much worse.

I can't lose you, Liz.

So, if saving you means getting my abilities back,

that's what I'm gonna do.

It's too late.

I used all the mist.

So we'll go to Senovative.

There's nothing we can't overcome together.

You were my turquoise. Now let me be yours.

Hey.

Use that supercharged brain and think of all the scenarios.

You know what happens if you keep going down this path.

I can't walk away.

Then walk towards us.

Liz, let's go right now, okay? Let's go pack a bag.

Bonnie and I have already searched half the town

following my dad's clues.

Where could Alex be hiding?

All I know is, is once I get this rust bucket purring again,

we're kicking the search party into high gear.

Maybe we should look for some alien trees.

You know, we're gonna need the fruit to open the portal home.

And which home would that be?

You thinking about making the jump to Oasis?

Well, we're not jumping anywhere without the fruit.

You can go apple picking all you want,

but my priority is Alex,

so I'm gonna search every damn level of this inferno till I find him.

If we split up, we'll find Alex twice as fast.

I'm so proud of you.

Look, I know that the next few days

are gonna be hard, but we'll get through it together.

Can I have a few minutes? Clear my head?

What's in the closet, Liz?

It's one of my old hidey-holes, obvio.

That's not what this is about.

- Seriously, Liz? - I'm not ready.

There's too much at stake.

Give me the canister, Rosa,

or I will take it from you.

How's Tezca doing?

She's good, yeah. She's laying low.

You know, she's processing years

of repressed traumatic memories,

but I think we're making progress, so...

She has a very good teacher.

Thank you.

Iz, I've been doing some thinking,

- and... - Me, too.

- Yeah. Oh, sorry. You go first. - Okay.

Um...

Well, I'm not sure if you've noticed,

but, since Mexico, things between us

- have kind of been... - Awkward.

- Yeah. - Uncomfortable.

- Mm-hmm. - Stiff.

Well, uh, you know, probably could've used

a different adjective for that one, but...

- Our friendship is important to me. - Yeah.

And I don't want us to keep our distance

- or act weird around each other. - No.

So, can we just go back to being...

"drinking slash occasional surgery" buddies?

♪ Anywhere you go ♪

♪ I'll follow you down... ♪

Yes, absolutely.

That's funny. That's actually...

That was exactly what I was gonna say.

Okay.

Buddy.

Hey.

Are, uh, Liz and Rosa not down yet?

No.

Hey, Liz?

Hey, what happened?

Max. Um...

Where's-where's Liz?

I-I... I found her secret stash,

and then we started arguing, and...

it's gone, so she must've knocked me out

with that lamp, I guess, and...

Max, she wasn't ready.

She's relapsed.

No signs of head trauma from what I can see.

Why does my brain still feel like scrambled eggs?

The CT scans will show us more,

but you should take it easy for a while.

God, I made the oldest rookie mistake in the book:

never trust the word of an addict.

Hey, Max will find her.

Yeah, but,

I mean, a sponsor should be on solid ground.

Maybe Liz was right. I'm so early into my recovery.

I mean, how can you start your new life

when your old one feels impossible to shake?

Liz's failures are not yours.

All of us have seen how much you've grown.

Roswell will remind you of who you were,

but it'll also show you how far you've come.

Hmm.

Is that how you felt coming back from the motherland?

Because Maria told me that the Valenti family reunion

turned a little picante when Isobel showed up in Careyes.

Yeah. Well, feelings were confessed,

but, apparently, Isobel and I work better as friends.

That's odd.

Your scans show no sign of a concussion.

That doesn't make sense.

If there's nothing wrong with my brain,

why can't I remember what happened?

Maybe it's not human science we should be looking at.

Finally, she awakens.

Where's my sister?

Still at that mockery of a diner, I presume.

You're the only Ortecho I need.

- What is this place? - This mine shaft is under farmland

that was owned by Mr. Jones himself in 1947.

This flower grew from his remains.

Here, where Jones first began our quest home,

his spirit will guide me to finish the work he started.

And by Liz Ortecho's hands,

the alighting will begin.

Alex? Alex?

Gosh. I thought for sure he would be in here.

He could live off of buttered popcorn

and pineapple gummy bears for weeks.

All right, come on, let's keep searching before

- whatever that is rolls in. - Wait, wait, wait.

If it storms in here,

maybe Alex sought shelter. Come on.

No. It's not here.

Hey, hold up.

Is that alien glass?

Maybe my dad left another message.

- What was that? - Uh...

Maybe I tripped a wire or something.

I'll get us out of here.

It's not working.

Wait, these old shipping containers are coated in lead.

That means electromagnetic waves can't pass through them.

What does that mean?

When I first got inducted into the pod squad,

Michael told me that our powers are electromagnetic.

So we're trapped.

My savior set this plan in motion many moons ago.

As soon as the ship crashed in 1947,

he began devising a way to return home with his clone.

Jones aligned himself with one of the most esteemed scientists on Oasis,

the traitor you call Theo.

Theo built the portal for Jones.

What he built was purposely broken.

In his transmission from the Lockhart machine,

my savior said your brilliant mind could fix it.

I'm not an engineer.

My expertise is limited to genetics.

And that's exactly why you're so important.

This mark bonds select members of Ophiuchus,

makes us a family.

But anyone who bears it will never be able

to use Theo's portal to return home to Oasis.

So it's not just a regular drunken night tattoo?

This brand is infused with Oasian glass.

It created a bond that allowed me

to draw energy from my savior.

I need you to use your genetic expertise

to counteract Theo's defenses.

And then you walk through the liminal space

- into a portal back to Oasis? - No.

The liminal space was a trick

Theo created to deceive my savior.

The only portal I need is right here in Roswell.

I plug in the star map...

... set a course for Oasis,

and I walk away from this miserable rock for good.

How does that work exactly?

The only answers you need

lie in the traitor's bible.

I took the liberty of translating the Oasian symbols for you.

Okay, why would I ever help you?

'Cause a certain spitfire waitress's life

depends on it.

Vanessa.

That's how you kidnapped me.

You mind-controlled her.

She sure works around a lot of knives.

It'd be a real shame if she suddenly got the impulse to slit her wrists.

But you're brilliant enough to prevent that from happening.

Excuse you.

That wasn't finished.

- Liz give you those? - Insisted against it, actually.

I made an executive decision.

My team relocated them this morning.

- So you stole them. - Liz was being illogical.

Your eggs are much safer here.

I have the best security that money can buy, and...

I'm gonna call them now, actually,

to find out why the sheriff got in here without a warrant.

I think you'll find out your chief of security

has taken a temporary leave of absence.

Isobel Evans, chief of security.

I think it's time you and I had a chat.

I'm looking for Liz.

Well, you won't find her here.

My mentee abandoned me on the brink

of an incredible discovery.

More like on the brink of self-destruction.

That mist that you made, it's ruining her,

and from the looks of it, it's doing the same to you.

This is a drug bust.

- I just want what's mine. - Au contraire.

That's my proprietary formula.

- Made with my pods. - They're not iPhones.

But I have a friend at the FBI, Agent Cameron,

who would be very, very interested

in the secrets you're keeping here.

You are not the only one with friends in high places, Sheriff.

One phone call to Director Whitman at the Bureau,

and your secrets are also exposed.

Well, then let's end this chess match.

One canister.

That is all I'm asking.

Here I was thought you wanted to flush

your girlfriend's pills down the toilet,

but you want the mist for yourself.

Let me guess.

Now that the mist has unburdened Liz

of her irrational emotions,

she finally sees you for who you are:

- dead weight. - If that's how you see relationships,

it's no mystery why Allie disappeared into Mexico.

You're not exactly a qualified couples therapist.

Therapy's for dwelling in the past.

I prefer the future.

Care to know what's in store for you?

- So you're a psychic now? - Better.

That mist has made my brain capable of running simulations

that would give a supercomputer a migraine.

This isn't a simulation. This is real life.

Maybe you'd like to join it!

Real life? Which is governed by physics, chemistry, biology.

Equal and opposite reactions. Cause and effect.

Our entire lives written into our very DNA

before we even take a first step.

One big chain reaction leading to one

inevitable conclusion.

There is no future together for Max Evans and Liz Ortecho.

Wow.

I am so sick of people telling me what my future is.

I'm gonna take my fate into my own hands,

so give me the mist.

Your sister may be able to restrain one guard,

but can she take on all four?

Theo's equations are entirely theoretical.

T-to understand the practical components,

I need my equipment at Senovative.

- If I could call Shivani... - And let you run straight back

into the arms of Clone-Cop?

Before Tezca betrayed our cause, we collected all that was needed

per our savior's instructions.

Unless there's something else from Senovative you crave?

Weren't you and your sister bickering over this?

Evolution in one breath.

That's quite a novel approach

to improving your kind's deficiencies.

You know, the savior also sought science to ascend.

I am nothing like Jones. He was a monster

whose greed destroyed everyone in his world,

and I will not drug myself so that you can destroy mine.

Ophiuchus teaches us that the only true monsters

are those who sit on the sidelines and refuse their purpose.

From what I gather, you and I have found a common ground.

I took the mist to protect my friends.

I don't judge you for wanting to reach your full potential.

In fact, I encourage you to embrace it.

Besides, what other option is there?

And you're sure this short-term memory loss

isn't a byproduct of Liz's drug and ditch?

I tripled-checked my work.

Oh, no, of course you did. I know that you're very good at your job.

- I didn't mean that... - Oh, I didn't think you were, like,

doubting me in any way.

No, of course I wouldn't doubt you. I trust you with my life.

Right. Not to make this all about me,

but my memory loss seems to clearly be

a non-consensual close encounter

of the third kind, so could you just

hop in my mind and see what happened?

Yeah. Of course. Sorry.

Cool if I join?

Just figured we should all know what we're dealing with.

- Oh. - We should all know, yes.

What's the last thing you remember with you and Liz?

Give me the canister, Rosa,

or I will take it from you.

You might be the brains of the family,

but I'm the brawn. Try me.

You're wasting our time. I'll figure out how to get some.

I can't let you leave.

Oh, my God. What did you do?

Not that one.

Forget.

Liz didn't ditch. Clyde took her.

Okay, we have to go to the Crashdown.

Help!

Michael! Somebody, help us!

You might want to try and save your strength.

How can you be so calm?

It's my severe lack of chill that got us stuck

in here in the first place.

I've become so obsessed

with following my dad's trail of bread crumbs to Oasis

that I'm falling for ACME booby traps.

Well, we do crazy things for family.

I used to be a preacher.

You know, God was my shepherd.

But what if I've strayed too far from the flock?

If my dad's plan for me keeps putting

people that I care about in danger,

how can I place faith in that?

The good shepherd lays down his life for the sheep.

You're quoting Scripture at me now?

Well, our Triad used a revivalist church as home base.

I'm a quick study.

Your dad did everything he could to protect you from Jones,

to give you a future.

That sounds like a pretty good shepherd to me.

You know, whoever did this, they could've gotten to Alex.

- Maybe we haven't found him because he... - Alex isn't dead.

Hey, uh, don't go blaming yourself.

You didn't put Alex in that sinkhole.

Yeah, it may not be my fault,

but I still have to make it right.

Alex and Michael are each other's family.

We do crazy things for family.

My own mother disowned me.

When I thought that I had finally found

what I was missing in Ophiuchus,

even they kept me at a distance.

The dictator wanted to use my powers,

but he was afraid of them, too.

I never received the mark of his followers,

his family.

Think you dodged a bullet there.

But more importantly,

the pod squad's your family now.

And they will welcome you

like a long-lost sibling...

when we get out of here.

Come on.

- Michael! - Michael!

- Help! - Hello?

Help!

Michael?

At least kiss me before you bust my lip.

I cannot believe that it's actually you.

I'm just so happy you found me.

I knew you had to be here somewhere.

I'm here.

You're here.

- Where is here exactly? - My dad created this space

as a kind of inter-dimensional mousetrap for

Jones and his merry band of followers.

Speaking of traps, apparently he wasn't the only one.

I just knew I needed the upper hand, and alien glass

seemed like the perfect bait in this lead-based shipping container.

It was a perfect premade Faraday cage.

You built an alien roach motel where powers wouldn't work?

Yeah, it's good to see friends, old and new.

I got to admit, I... I was beginning to think that I never would.

Then I remembered what you said.

No matter how far apart we are,

we'll always find our way back to each other.

Well, we couldn't have done it without Maria's help.

How'd you reach out to her anyway?

Well, when I first got here,

I was looking for anything familiar.

The diner, the gazebo, this drive-in.

Everything was stuck in the 1940s,

except for when I got to our house.

It wasn't stuck in Un-Pleasantville?

It was, but then I remembered

reading something in the files at Deep Sky

about conscious communication through realities.

I mean, it was all theoretical until...

Until Maria made it real.

Yeah, I think she was the conduit.

I saw her standing in our living room with our things.

It was like she was shining a spotlight on the world

that I so desperately wanted to get back to.

I had to get my message across.

I had to get out of here.

Mm.

When did Hurricane Theo appear on the radar?

I've been studying this place, trying to understand it,

but this storm is new.

I noticed a steep drop in barometric pressure last night.

Have you seen any, um...

alien fruit since you've been here?

I saw a grove of weird-looking trees about ten miles east. Why?

Turns out inter-dimensional travel runs on green energy

and lots of it. That fruit's our ticket out.

Okay, then I'll take you.

Well, can you make a map?

Dallas and I will go.

You two deserve a chance to catch up.

What do you think you're doing?

Theo's notes call for a compound that's only found on Oasis,

and we need to figure out an Earth equivalent.

I need ferric oxide, I.e. rust.

You want your damn tattoo removed or not?

Need I remind you what happens to Vanessa if you fail

- to produce results? - It'll take me 33 minutes

and 29 seconds to develop a serum

that'll circumvent Theo's defenses,

give or take the ten seconds I just wasted explaining it to you.

- Pace yourself. - The mist isn't for me.

I created it by genetically altering

the enzymes in an alien test subject,

and it's gonna help me alter the mark.

I'm going to get the rust.

Your restraint is impressive.

Those overpowered by their vices

were a strain on our civilization.

The savior mercifully put an end to their misery.

But he spared your life?

I have always kept my mind and my body pure for Ophiuchus.

Fanaticism is no different.

You pushed the one person who cares about you down a sinkhole

because of your obsession with Jones's cult.

You will return to Oasis alone,

no Triad.

I am never alone.

My savior is always with me.

How does he still have a hold on you even in death?

Ophiuchus was a method of manipulation.

Jones created a religion

of corrupted ideas to amass power,

and that mark on your shoulder,

it's a brand,

because he owns you like cattle.

This is the symbol for the children of Ophiuchus.

Designed by a self-serving father.

He told you it would make you stronger,

but the truth is he was leeching off of his chosen people.

Bonnie saw the truth.

Tezca broke free from his lies.

- You can, too. - They were traitors.

They were your friends once.

They aren't the ones with the problem. You are.

You have 33 minutes and 29 seconds to finish this job,

or else Vanessa goes splat off that roof.

- Vanessa, get down! - Whoa.

I'm trying to, but I can't.

There's some creepy voice in my head telling me to jump.

Okay, just take it easy.

Stop, stop! He said...

He said if you move me, he'll...

Oh, God, please help me! I don't want to die!

- Any ideas? - Liz figured out that resonate frequencies

can break psychic tethers and, with four roommates,

I've gotten kind of good at silencing them, so maybe.

- So you think it'll work? - I can't let Vanessa lose her life

- because I'm afraid to try. - Give it a shot.

I'm almost locked in.

The frequency's destabilizing.

Keep going. She's pretty unstable up there herself.

Ooh.

It's kind of romantic, isn't it?

Yeah.

Who needs a sunset when you got permanent midnight

under a starless sky?

No, I mean just being here together.

You might say that our first real date was at the drive-in.

You're calling that a date?

I seem to remember you telling me off

about some stolen copper wire.

- Well, I didn't say it was perfect. - Mm.

What about our relationship ever has been?

All of these restless nights, I just

sat looking at this blank screen,

imagining that this nightmare was just a movie

about star-crossed lovers.

I'd sit here dreaming about getting home to you,

and I could picture you perfectly on the other side doing the same.

Think I got to ruin another night at the drive-in.

I was dreaming of going home...

... but I forgot where home really is.

- See, I met this guy... - What?

- You met a guy? - Not like that.

Clyde. He's an alien. And he-he showed me Oasis.

Not the real place, but there is a way to...

Go back to your planet.

I told myself I was just milking him for information.

But the truth is I was tempted.

I hate myself for letting that fantasy distract

from what we have built together on our planet.

I mean, I can't say I'm surprised

because I know you, Michael.

You've been searching for home since we met.

Look, Oasis, Roswell...

I don't care if we are on other sides of the universe.

As long as we are looking at the same stars...

... I will never look away.

So, this movie...

... how does it end?

Pick your favorite sci-fi trope.

We could, um, detonate the asteroid heading towards Earth,

shut down the giant lizard destroying the city,

or it can end with a twist.

Michael Guerin...

... will you marry me?

This isn't where I imagined our engagement photos either, but...

I couldn't wait.

We've already spent too much time apart.

So?

I can't wait to see Sanders in a tux.

Yes.

I am so in love with you it's embarrassing.

I love you, too.

How far did you say those trees were?

Like, ten miles.

Yeah, we could work with that.

Whoa.

- I got to wait till the honeymoon? - No.

It's just, um...

If this is an alternate dimension,

the amount of energy that it would take to build it

would border on atomic fission.

And like nuclear power,

it would have unintended consequences.

Radiation.

The gas mask.

I felt nauseous as soon as I got here.

Did you? Dallas, Bonnie?

Okay, so it's only humans.

- Which is why Theo didn't realize. - Realize what?

What are you saying? The gas mask helped with the nausea,

but it-it couldn't stop this.

I think I'm dying.

- This is where Liz is? - Yeah. I mean,

Tezca said Clyde was Ophiuchus's most loyal disciple.

I don't think he could resist a pilgrimage to the mecca of Jones.

Cults do love a farm.

You know, considering that we are attempting an alien ambush,

right now might be the time to, um,

huff the magic dragon.

Shivani's security swarmed me before I could get the mist.

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

- Rosa needed me... - No, no, no.

If you hadn't helped Rosa, we wouldn't know where Liz was.

So...

I just can't lose her, Iz.

We're gonna find her.

Once injected,

this serum will disable the tech in your alien rune and will allow you

to walk through the portal back to Oasis.

Yeah, those, uh, trembling hands won't be doing anything.

How do I know you haven't deceived me?

You'll have to believe in something other than Ophiuchus.

I'm sorry, my savior, for what I'm about to do,

but this is the only way to protect your legacy.

You! You'll pay for crossing Ophiuchus!

- Was that your idea of an escape? - No.

It's a distraction.

You were right not to trust me.

The mist was synthesized from Bonnie's virus,

and by reverse engineering the chemical structure,

I was able to mimic her abilities

and render you powerless.

Liz.

I got you.

I'm never gonna leave your side.

You saved me.

No.

You saved yourself.

I was just there to catch your fall.

Does Rosa hate me?

No, we're all just here to support you.

Oh, Kyle's putting the finishing touches on his detox stuff,

and Rosa's waiting in the wings.

You know, when you stood up and faced your fears this morning...

... I thought maybe I was ready to do the same.

But the mist had opened my mind up to endless possibilities, and I...

I just... I thought I could use it

- to outsmart him. - I know.

I'm sorry.

I pushed you all away. I just...

I don't want to lose myself anymore.

And I don't want to lose you.

Well...

I ain't going anywhere.

All right?

I'm gonna be the man you need me to be.

Max, I should not have said that you were holding me back.

Get some rest, okay?

Tomorrow is a new day.

These...

should help ease her withdrawal for a couple of hours.

Okay. Then I'll take it from there.

There's only so much that medicine can do,

even the alien kind. After that, we'll take it day by day.

Sounds like someone's back in the sponsor saddle.

Mm-hmm. For as long as it takes.

What about New York?

You can't just put your new life on pause.

We can watch over Liz. I'll send you updates.

She's been there for me every time I needed her most.

I can be a little bit patient.

And, by the way, I think so should you.

Hmm.

With a certain green-eyed alien warrior goddess

who would give Gamora a run for her money.

Isobel and I are just friends.

Yeah, I know that you say that, but is she on the same page?

Because the start of that whole

mindscape trip was hella awkward.

Look, I get what it's like to put a cage around your heart.

I just don't think now is the time to throw away the key.

So what do I do, then?

I already told her where I stand.

Why don't you try talking less and listening more?

- Hey, brother. - Hey, sis.

Any, uh, sign of Clyde?

Yeah, well, it took me a little while to figure out

which shaft he'd hunkered down in.

By the time I got there, all that was left was a severed hand.

So, this isn't over, then.

Well, if Liz has a part to play, I got to play mine.

What about that mist?

I will find a way, with or without it.

I mean, running away from my fears almost got Liz killed.

I cannot let that happen again.

Don't be so hard on yourself, you know.

Losing a love like you and Liz have, that's...

No, that's terrifying.

Or, uh...

you and Kyle.

Why did it take him closing the door

for me to realize that...

all I want to do is dropkick it off its hinges?

So what's stopping you?

I mean, doors are a part of a relationship.

They close, but they're also meant to be opened.

I don't know.

I think I've played enough with that man's emotions.

He made it pretty clear that I had, uh...

missed my moment.

Epic love stories aren't made up of a single moment.

They're built over a lifetime.

I refuse to believe it's too late,

for either of us.

I should've told you right away.

I just didn't want to ruin this moment.

You're trying to save my life. It's already lost.

Are you gonna say anything?

What do you want me to say?

Five minutes ago, I was imagining wedding vows,

and now you want me to write a eulogy.

No, I just don't want to spend my last days

wallowing in the inevitable.

I want to marry you.

- Did you find the fruit? - The trees were burned down.

We're stuck here.

Dallas can marry us right now.

Please. We're running out of time.

We have a situation at the gate.

Come on. Let's go.

Who are you?

I see you've expanded your mind. Why don't you do the math.

You're one of them.

What do you want?

We can begin with that mist.

You've lost your powers.

It appears the great Liz Ortecho

wasn't worthy of my savior's faith,

but I believe that we...

can succeed where she failed.

Why would I help you?

Because...

I can bring your daughter back.

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