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Return to us, oh, ancient world of wonders.

The Sword's rejoined the Stone.

Magic's coming back.

The ley lines have reopened.

I have need of your genius, sir.

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No. No, no, this can't be right.

Really? Another one?

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The Temple of Agamanzo should
be just through the village.

Village? You didn't mention any village.

I know. That's because
the Temple's the best bit.

Death traps, possibly even mummies.

- You know how I love mummies.
- Almost too much.

- You can't love mummies too much.
- Okay, but we need recon.

Do these villagers know about the temple?

Do they worship it? How do they feel about

strangers mucking around
with their mummies?

Eve, trust me. They'll
never know we were here.

They know we're here!

They probably noticed when
you made the volcano erupt!

It was a very small volcano.

Welcome back.

Was the expedition successful?

- Yes.
- Absolutely not!

Yes, 'cause we got the Idol of Agamanzo.

No, we were not supposed to
just open up secret passages,

setting off alarms leading
to, you know, volcano.

Secret passages that led
to Idol of Agamanzo, Eve,

- and it was fun.
- It's always fun, but is it right?

The Library made more Librarians than ever,

and we haven't seen them since they left.

- Eve...
- Maybe we should check on them.

Don't worry. They're out there that way,

doing what Librarians do,

- getting the artifacts and being...
- It's not just that.

We have been running since the day

the Serpent Brotherhood invaded
the Library until the moment

you brought it back from the void.

Maybe we're in emergency mode,
just reacting instead of acting.

- You're avoiding.
- I'm reading.

Shipwreck exhibit

at the Museum of History in New York.

Big party for the unveiling.
I did my graduate work there.

Actually, funny story...
first mission as a Librarian,

I end up in that very same...

Coincidence or sinister alignment?

Let's find out.

Put on your best party
jumpsuit. We're going on a date.

No, they're Librarians. They're fine.

All I'm saying is this
sort of energy signature's

radically non-standard.

We've moved well past
antimatter and into some sort of

superstring resonance signature.

If you contain the fusion reaction

using your superconducting magnetic coils,

you'll create a dimensional inversion

that will alter the local laws of physics

in unexpected and randomized ways.

Look, Miss Cillian, I've read your figures,

and they seem to add up,

but, uh, I'm afraid I cannot
support your conclusions.

The effects you describe, I mean to say

they sound more like, uh...

Magic?

Yeah.

Hmm?

I swear, I heard something.

Come on, patrols on every
floor, infrared on the elevator,

motion sensors in this corridor,

128-bit encryption on the main door.

Nobody's getting in.

How 'bout out? Can I go out?

Oh, uh, grab that, would you?

"Clipping Book."

Yeah, something a mate of mine
invented, but I took it digital.

Thanks, fellas.

Security breach.

Security breach in sector 5.

Report back to me.

Forget to bring something to New York?

How'd you know I was going to New York?

Oh, Mr. Stone, I wasn't
aware. Welcome back.

Thank you. Evil doll.
Well, gotta get cleaned up.

- Going to a museum.
- A museum? Well, that's a co...

Mr. Jenkins!

Miss Cillian, a pleasure.
Oh, you should know...

Oh, can we talk after I get back?

It's a short notice mission,
and I need to check my phone

- and check some reference materials.
- Of course.

Jenkins, great to see you, too, mate.

Love what you've done with the place.

Uh-huh, I assume we're
dialing up New York.

Nice guess, but I've got this.

- I brought you into the 21st century.
- Destination set. New York.

You're welcome.

Mwah. Probably should've done
that when I came in. Sorry.

So good to see you. Understandable.

Oh, you already dialed up New York for me.

You're the best.

- Jenkins, can you dial me up?
- New York, sir? Already done.

Well, thank you.

Listen, when I get back,
we'll grab a beer, huh?

Or me... or what... okay.

Isola Perduta, lost off the
coast of Italy in the 1600s.

Found with a surprising
amount of cargo still intact.

You know, just once it would
be nice to come to a major city

when we're not trying to
defeat existential magic evil.

The tourist stuff, go to a
show, see the Statue of Liberty.

You know, we used to throw these
kind of parties all the time.

New exhibit brings in the fundraisers.

Gives the bigwigs a chance to rub elbows

with the rock star
archivists and librarians.

Every girl's dream. Your wallet.

Oh!

Ezekiel Jones! Still pushing your luck.

Colonel! Still a
terrifyingly powerful grip.

What scheme are you up to here?

Librarian business. Clipping Book sent me.

- Really?
- Me, too!

- Hi, Red.
- Hey.

Look at you. Thought you were together.

Yeah, we were, but we, uh, kind
of split up after Peru. Flynn.

Jacob.

Boom.

So museum, huh? I mean,
what's going down big enough

where they need every
Librarian in the world?

Whoo! You just missed the weather.

Boy, I was about to lock
up. You folks all right?

Yeah, thank you, Terry. Lock up?

Well, yeah, the reports are coming in.

Winds 50 miles an hour.

It's enough to rip the
doors right off the hinges.

Let's find out what this shipwreck

has to do with this storm.

Shipwreck? I'm not...

My Clippings Book is about a chess set

that was donated to the
museum, a set from Milan.

Yeah, and mine is

about the new high-frequency
weather sonar equipment

in the museum's National Weather
Service Station on the roof.

There's a bunch of Italian diplomats here,

including the family who owned

the old wreck's shipping
company back in the day.

Daughter's wearing some earrings, pearl,

family heirlooms.

Huh. Well, let's pool our resources and...

Or we could just each do our own job.

O... okay, what is this?

Oh, I mean, no offense,

but I've been doing the Librarian thing

solo for a while now.

Kind of got my own style.

- I'm sorry. Come again?
- I kinda got my own style.

- Oh.
- Yeah, and I'm just very focused on...

They're Librarians. This is what they do.

Off, the lot of you. Divide and conquer.

Okay. This worries me.

- This way you and I...
- Uh...

Uh, ladies and gentlemen,

I've been asked to forward

that due to some rather
rapid and extreme flooding,

the streets are being kept clear

in order to evacuate the
lower lying areas of Manhattan.

No vehicle will be allowed on the streets.

So unfortunately, we will not
be allowing anyone to leave.

Now I'm sure this is temporary,
and there's no cause for alarm,

as the museum is all perfectly safe.

Uh, if not a bit dramatic.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Excuse me. Can you tell me
where the Japanese art...

Yes, you just go out
that door, make a left...

- Shall we?
- Mm-hmm.

Okay, where's...

I'm a Librarian. I'm here
to get weather patter...

Hi, I'm a Librarian.

I'm here to get data on weather patterns

over metropolitan areas.

Hi there. Italian delegation, right?

Actual royalty. That's unreal.

You have 30 seconds to be interesting.

I like your earrings.
Are they, uh, antiques?

You opened with a question.

Rare enough among men
to pique my curiosity.

Yes, thank you.

They've been in my family for centuries.

Blah, blah, blah, earrings.

They have a name... gli occhi scintillanti.

Ah, and, uh, do you have a name?

You're growing less interesting.

Ah.

Hi, I'm a Librarian. I'm here to get...

Hi, I'm a Librarian.
I'm here to gather data

on weather patterns in metropolitan areas.

Hi, I'm a Libr...

Hi, okay. Hi, I'm a Librarian.

Get out while you can!

Isn't it kinda weird to
leave a weather station

when there's a really cool storm happening?

By "cool storm," you mean
freak nightmare cyclone

that's gonna rip this little half-shell

right off the roof of
this building then, no.

- Not weird at all.
- Okay, I... I...

- Save yourself!
- Okay.

I don't suppose anyone wants to tell me

where the new sonar is.

And... perfect.

Checking these artifacts may take a while.

Maybe we should ask for some help.

I don't need any help.

Background information, research, planning,

useful trinkets of...

Excuse me. Do you know who
put this display together?

No need. It's this gentleman here.

Mr. James Worth,

visiting Professor of antiquities

from Oxford University.

Well done. Marvelous trick.
Tell me, how did you do it?

Well, elementary, actually.

I noticed your London accent
when you made the announcement

about the weather, and I
couldn't help but to notice

that you have a little
baby powder on your hands

and on your sleeve.

Baby powder on the hands, making it easier

to remove the tight latex gloves

often worn by artifact restorers.

Now you might be part of the research team,

but you're circulating among the guests,

which implies that you're
in a position of authority.

When I glanced at the
placard, which lists everyone

who worked on the project,

only one scientist graduated
from a British university...

Oxford, in fact Mr. James Worth.

Amazing. Amazing.

Flynn Carsen, Librarian.

I'm sorry, what with the who now?

As you entered,

you glanced past the rather
gaudy Alexandrine vase

to admire the more subtle, yet much rarer,

Mesopotamian broach, revealing
you are a man of deep education.

A mere scholar? No.

Your kerchief is out of a
style handmade in Tripoli.

You have the distinctive
sun damage of a man

who spent time in the Himalayas,
and yet, I do believe that

is a bit of Australian
red dirt on your shoes.

Sun damage? I moisturize.

So... a traveler.

But you have multiple small
burns on your left hand,

the type I generally see on scientists

from grabbing a test tube
prematurely off burners.

Ha! I've seen you do that!

And your pin is the symbol
for calculus integration,

chosen for your fondness, I deduce,

in physics and mathematics.

A man with such a wide
range of specialities,

traveling the world, could be anyone.

I lip-read that woman.

Yes, I can.

That woman asked you where
the Japanese art room was.

You directed her to the East Wing.

But it was moved to the West Wing

shortly after the pyramid display

was completed 10 years ago,

implying, of course,
that you knew the museum

when you worked on that display,

but never returned after it was complete.

Infamously, there was
one brilliant polymath

who worked on that display
who disappeared shortly after.

One Flynn Carsen.

The Librarian part?

Ah, beeswax used in the
restoration of rare books.

Left lapel. He rubs his fingers
these absently while working.

Elementary, my dear Carsen.

And you, I deduce... are a Duchess.

- Really?
- Or the assembled royalty.

And yet, you outshine them all.

You call that a deduction?

She's not a Duchess.
She's an ordinary person.

Her accent should've
given it away like that.

Well, my mistake then.
You have outdone me, sir.

You were inquiring about the background

of some of the artifacts.

Yes, please. Thank you.

Lipreading's not that hard.

I can do it.

Those two women over there...
"Where are the snuffy pom poms?"

"I've never circled square
Idaho in the blueberry cupcake."

Nothing to it.

Yes!

Oh, megastorm, not kidding.

There is the new sonar.

Oh.

It's... in the storm.

Mr. Jenkins, are you getting this?

Yes, indeed. Very odd.

There's no mathematical constant

that I can derive from the waveform

that would give us a
clue to what's causing it.

Miss Cillian, do me a favor.

Just put aside your
logic and your mathematics

for a moment.

What? No.

I like my math and logic.
They help me sleep at night.

They're like a teddy bear.

I mean, like a teddy bear made of

isosceles triangles and electrons.

Yes, yes, yes, I know. But just listen.

What does that sound like to you?

It sounds...

sad.

Precisely.

Oh, good. Hey, did you find
what you were looking for?

- Uh, maybe. I don't know.
- Listen, do me a favor, would you?

Can you write down the,
uh, relative densities

of ivory, onyx, gypsum,
any... any... any stone

you might think somebody'd
make a chess piece out of.

You could look this up on your own.

Yeah, but you're faster than the internet.

You know that.

Oh, hey, uh, could you write down

some Italian cultural... stuff?

You know, paintings, poems
by those poncy lads you like.

I'm trying to make some
headway with the Italian bird,

get a shot at her earrings,
but I'm getting nowhere.

Why did we stop doing
this? Huh? Working together?

Because you kept ordering me around.

I wasn't... I'm not... I
wasn't ordering you around.

I was trying to get you to
stick to the plan, Jones!

Yeah, by ordering me around.

And then Cassandra kept taking your side...

What? No. No, I just tried to
get you two to stop arguing.

Blame it on her again?
Man, that's the whole thing.

No, I'm not blaming her.
I'm blaming both of you...

- You never take responsibility for your own...
- Guys, guys, guys. We're doing it again.

We worked so well together at the Library.

Why couldn't we do it
when we were on our own?

Like something was missing.

The Isola Perduta, it went
down after visiting five ports

in the Mediterranean.

So its cargo is a wondrous
mix of European products

from the 1600s.

Which seems a little odd given the fact

of a ship of this tonnage

would just be tooling
around the Mediterranean.

Excuse me. I have not seen
anything out of the ordinary

or anything that could
be causing this storm.

You might wanna ask James.

He seems very informed.

- Professor Worth, that is a bottle of rum.
- So it is.

English rum.

The Isola Perduta didn't
just sail the Mediterranean,

it went to England as I suspected.

It had English cargo.

That would explain why we've
had difficulty identifying

- some of the artifacts.
- Oh, you've had difficulty

identifying some of the artifacts.

Well, don't take it so hard.

I would be happy to assist.
Where is the ship's manifest?

In the archive room, along
with the rest of the artifacts.

I'm so sorry. I didn't
mean to distract him.

Oh, he's kind of permanently distracted.

Anyway, do you know anything

about this famous chess set from Milan?

A bit. How about I educate
you over some drinks?

Oh, thanks, man.

Thank you, Terry.

So you're doing work during a party?

You're one dedicated fella.

Ah, dropped your book.

Oh, no, it's not mine. I...
I found it upstairs outside.

Just leave it for lost and found.

Hello.

Absolutely my favorite art style.

I'm cuckoo for rococo.

You have proven far more
amusing than I thought possible.

Well, take a stroll then?

And you're predictable again.

Just for once, I want a man
to genuinely surprise me.

My mates and I are actually
about to rob the museum.

Would you like to, uh,
see some American crime?

So, Duchess...

You work with Dr. Carsen?

I do now. I was with a team before.

Why are you no longer with them?

I'm not sure they need me anymore.

Eve, you can't let others define you.

You know who you are.
You know what you can do.

Do it and damn the consequences.

- Great advice, James.
- Mm.

Mmm, speaking of, I
think I should go and see

- if your Dr. Carsen needs any help.
- Mm.

I shall return.

- Me escuse. Vorrei farle alcune domande.
- Eh?

Well, I found the thing that
doesn't belong... this chest.

It was picked up in London in 1611

and then shipped to a monastery in Rome.

Yeah. That thing, yes, deuced challenge.

No x-rays seem to penetrate it.

Can't seem to open the damn thing.

Yes, that's because it has a sigil.

On the lock, a magical symbol.

Certainly you don't believe in magic.

Well...

Where did you get that book?

Uh, the janitor found this.

Well, it... it's mine. Give it to me.

Well, it's just a copy
of "Sherlock... Holmes."

- Where's all the ink?
- Book, please. Sir, the book... the book.

I know what you are.

I know the spell that summoned you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You're fictional.

No, no, more than that, you're a Fictional.

You're a fictional character
brought to life from this world,

your world, into this world.

Dr. Carsen, that's ludicrous. I... I...

You're Sherlock Holmes!

You have me, sir. Well played.

Sherlock Holmes. I love you!

I mean... I love your
adventures. I... I love Eve Baird.

I think I love Eve Baird.

We're... we're going through some stuff.

She's a very complicated woman.

Well, she did say you were
very easily distracted.

A team-up with Sherlock Holmes!

Why are you here?

To solve the mystery of
this magical box, of course.

Well, let's crack it!

I mean, any many who can solve

the Mystery of the Five Orange Pips,

am I wrong?

Sherlock Holmes.

I'm surprised that you didn't
recognize that this was a sigil.

- Good guy.
- The owner of the chess set Stone's looking for?

Right before he died under
mysterious circumstances,

Professor Worth convinced him

to leave his collection to the museum.

The Italian delegation, Ezekiel's target,

was invited here by Professor Worth.

I talked to the other researchers.

They wanted to show the British artifacts,

but were talked out of
it by Professor Worth.

All the separate clues the
Librarians are looking for,

he put into place. He is the mastermind.

Mastermind.

Professor James Moriarty...

at your service.

You're the genius,

but she's the detective
who unraveled the plot.

Well done, Duchess.

Don't "Duchess" me, pal.

Professor Moriarty he's fictional!

Fictional character come to life.

Very magical beings.
He came from this book.

If he's the threat, why
did the Clipping Book

send the Librarians on
four different missions?

- What is he up to?
- I don't know.

I've read a lot about Fictionals,

but I've never actually met one.

I don't suppose you care to enlighten us.

Monologue my scheme like
some penny dreadful villain?

Give me some credit.

I've got to get this book to Jenkins.

I'll round up the others.

They should be done with
their scavenger hunt by now.

Can we leave him?

Wouldn't go anywhere
without your leave, Duchess.

International crime, car chases,

sometimes we even jump out of airplanes.

Yeah, it's a very "Thomas
Crown Affair" here.

So exciting.

Does, um, one of you dance
through the lasers now?

One second.

What are you doing?

This chess set's from Milan.

It's made out of ivory and pearl blend.

I can't tell the finishes from,
like, five other varieties so...

Bingo. I checked all
the density comparison.

- All right, that explains it.
- Explains what?

That's way out of your league, bro.

Mate, you don't even know my league.

That's major league, son. That's the bigs.

Okay, that's where the grown
men play. You're down here.

Little league, T-ball.

Man, you can't even find a chess set.

I got mine. Where are your pearl earrings?

Do not.

I'm just, you know what? I'm
not... I'm not even gonna...

I'm gonna let it breathe.

Fictionals. They stay to themselves.

Pulled from books into a
world they do not understand.

They tend not to adjust well.

Well, Moriarty's doing just fine.

He got himself a fake identity,

set himself up to collect all the pieces.

Pieces to what? I don't know.

Well, I would posit, sir,
that Moriarty had help.

There are two types of Fictionals.

Someone summoned him from this book.

They called him into this world.

- And the other kind?
- Much older. Much more powerful.

Iconic characters whose stories
are so well told, so famous,

so well-written that they
emerge into this reality

under their own power. They walk among us.

Mostly hidden. Not very many of those.

So there was another
Fictional at the party.

I just have to figure out who.

Sir, beware, Fictionals are bound,

but also empowered by their stories.

You could trap them within
the rules of their own tales.

But they can be extremely powerful

if their narrative matches the real world.

Your mystery villain may
be trying to gather parts

- of his story to gain strength.
- To what end?

That would depend on what
character you're dealing with.

Cassandra, I lost the Itali...

You're right. That is incredible.

I always wanted to study science.

You shouldn't let anyone stop you.

You know, you gotta follow your dreams.

You really think so?

Yeah. I mean, if you believe
it, you can do anything.

Thank you so much.

Here's my number.

And if you're ever in
Milan, just call me, okay?

Oh.

Thank you.

Ciao, bella.

She seemed nice.

Wow.

Flynn and Baird have gotta hear this.

Did you find them?

There they are.

It's a voice in the storm. I
thought it was just a sound,

but I refined it down. It's a voice.

Master, I have done thy bidding.

Master, I have brought the storm.

- All will be consumed.
- So the storm is being controlled

by some sort of wind spirit?

Italian nobles stranded by a storm,

a storm summoned by a spirit.

The Isola Perduta, the "lost island."

What were the earrings made out of?

Pearl. They even had a
name, uh, occhi scin...

Eyes. "These pearls that
were your father's eyes."

And you got Moriarty to get
all the elements together

to make him even stronger.

- Did you get the chess set from Milan?
- I got it.

Yeah, it's all here... but the White King.

The King from Milan, the
shipwreck, the earrings,

the storm summoned by a spirit.

Prospero.

Prospero, Shakespeare's
magician from "The Tempest."

Shakespeare's fictional wizard.

Long story. No time to
talk. Let's get going.

Get back to the annex. Tell Jenkins.

The Library wasn't tell
us to collect these things.

The Library was telling us to
keep them away from Prospero!

And we failed. He's controlling the storm,

and he's getting stronger by the second.

- I'll shake down Moriarty. You?
- The roof. He'll head to the roof.

Prospero, you don't have to do this.

You renounced your magic.
Y... you drowned your book.

You broke your staff.

I did those deeds because
my author wrote it thus.

He gave me life, and then
he stripped me of my power

to end his foul tale.

Shakespeare broke my
staff. He drowned my book.

He left me cursed to
wander through the centuries

alone and weak.

You still have to play by
the rules of your story.

A story writ when magic
was dying, almost gone.

But when magic came back...

Magic returned into the ley lines

that surrounded the world.

I had wandered for
centuries as a mere human.

But that night, my power came back.

A little power, but just enough

to call a mastermind to aid my schemes.

I have need of your genius, sir.

He set the pieces in motion
to help me find my book

and break its seals.

Moriarty.

Enough power to find and bind this sprite,

my servant Ariel, so that
I could make this storm

which sets the stage of my rebirth.

You still have to play by
the rules of your story,

and your story does not end like this.

My author's dead, and magic's back.

Know this... I write my own ending!

Hell of a woman.

Oh!

Oh, damn. Why'd you make me do that?

Duchess...

One thing, remember...

Uhh!

That's not how my story ends.

My book restored, I wield enormous power.

And when I find my
staff, this world is mine.

O my sprite!

Descend and serve again thy master

bound till I release thee.

Come hither, Ariel!

My word is bond, fair island fey.

Obey and take us far away.

With me, villain!

Villain?

I always preferred antagonist.

What are you doing?

I gotta get after them before it closes!

- You are not following them alone.
- Well, then, jump with me!

Oh. Oh, great. Now they can
be anywhere in the world.

We have a bigger problem.

What could be a bigger problem than...

Good, you made it out of the city.

Well, we can go through
the door, but that leaves

7 million people stuck in Hurricane Ariel.

Why hasn't that storm stopped

now that its fairy engine is gone?

Because a storm of that
magnitude is self-sustaining.

Ariel brought it to
New York, controlled it,

but it's actually far more
dangerous with him gone.

Him gone? Her gone?

Ariel's been presented
both male and female. I...

Focusing, focusing.

It takes in hot air

and distributes cold
air, like it's breathing.

And it will dissipate, but when it does,

it's gonna spin off tornados

just to get rid of the kinetic energy.

So whatever's not flooded
gets shredded. Aces!

- Prospero?
- He got away. It's nobody's fault.

It's Eve's fault, but let's move on.

The important thing now is to figure out

how to stop this storm. How do we do it?

People don't have great track records

at stopping hurricanes.

Well, they haven't had the
resources of the Library.

Zeus's lightning bolt.

Destructive, but not
nearly large scale enough.

Could we blow it away, like off the island?

Thor's hammer, in theory. No, that would...

That would wipe half of
New York into the sea.

Wait, if it breathes, can we kill it?

The hot and cold are balanced,
but if we dump enough heat

into the storm, it'll break apart.

That would take an
enormous amount of hot air.

I wouldn't even know how to
superheat something like that.

It would take a second sun.

- I totally forgot we have one of those.
- You remember we have one of those.

- We have a sun?
- Yes, in the Sun Room.

What else would one store in a Sun Room?

Uh, magazines, cozy chairs, mimosas?

We need to figure out how to focus it.

Cassandra, can you calculate what

the thermal energy would
be? Jenkins, come with me.

Jones, start reprogramming
the back door. Stone, come on!

I've got a cunning plan.

Frozen Land of Giants!

Lost Jungle Kingdom.

Hive of Giant Bees!

Why do we even have that door?

Aah! Sun Room!

Found it. Okay, trapped Nemesis star by

Einstein and Feynman in 1952
before it destroyed the Earth

using technology from the Roswell project.

I thought Roswell was aliens.

It's never aliens. Give me your phone.

Mr. Jenkins, would you please

program your back door
technology controls...

to that door right there?

Ah, the focus. You do have a flair, sir.

Mr. Jones, can you patch in

Cassandra and Baird's conversations

to the overall intercom system?

- Stone.
- Yeah.

Take a knee.

I need you to get Judson's Mirror.

Bring it back here with
the Glass of Narcissus.

They have to be lined up
perfectly if we're gonna try

and direct the energy
from that room, bounce it

- all the way down the hallway into that room there. Got it?
- Yeah.

So, that's the plan.

We take the thermal burst
from a direct sunblast,

bounce it off a couple mirrors into a door,

focusing it up through
the storm, where it should

burn off the cold air and break the cycle.

Hopefully, if everything goes as planned,

- storm falls apart.
- And if it all goes wrong?

You and I get incinerated
and New York drowns.

Sucky pep talk.

Where you going?

I need to monitor the changes on-site

- to get the most reliable data.
- What's with the getup?

It's all we got.

Jenkins and I gotta open the door and, uh,

let in the sunbeam, so...
it's gonna get a little hot.

Hey, we were all right.

We were fine through the three
months we were on our own, huh?

I mean, this... this is not gonna kill me.

No, but we weren't fine.
We weren't okay. I...

I don't even know why we
went our separate ways.

It just happens to people.

No, it doesn't. Not to us.

It's not happening.

I'll see you on the other side, Cassie.

You better.

Jones.

Cowboy.

All right.

Let's go save the day.

We need power. Go!

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Let me know when you've got it.

Got it.

Okay.

Okay, it's a Category 5,
and it's not slowing down.

We've got about 5 minutes

before it's too big
for our numbers to work.

Copy that. We're on our way.

You should arrive directly
at the focus. Good luck.

Tesla Hoop.

It'll downstep the energy,
keep us from melting.

Where are we? Well, we needed
something metal to conduct the energy,

and it needed to be pointed up.

Aw, you remembered!

You did say you wanted to visit!

And... go!

It's done.

Shut it down.

Huh?

- Yeah.
- Look at this.

Huh? Look. All right.

- Oh. Sorry, wait.
- No, not...

Aah!

- Jenkins!
- I didn't...

Seeing as that's a
rainbow from a magic storm,

you don't suppose
there's a real pot of gold

at the end of it?

Don't ever change, Jones.

Why would I?

Guys, I think we screwed up.

Yeah. We let Prospero get away.

No, we didn't work together.
It was dumb and petty.

You're right. We missed all
the clues the Library gave us,

which we would've had if we
had been sharing information,

working together.

So we learn from it. That's all.

You're not ticked off?

Eh, I'm always a little ticked off,

but we're all in one piece.

And the innocents are saved. Take the win.

We should've listened to you.

Yeah, I should've gone after him.

- We saved New York.
- Could've done that without me.

We didn't wanna do it without you.

We needed you. Your friends needed you.

- Oh, I don't...
- I needed you.

Well, I haven't really
been needed by people

for a very long time.

I know. It takes some getting used to.

Now, tactical assessment.

An immortal magician
from Shakespeare's plays

has teamed up with a supervillain genius

that he's pulled from literature
to take advantage of the fact

that magic has returned to
the world to restore his power,

and to accomplish some sort of

unknowable and yet terrifying
plot for world domination.

- So Tuesday then?
- Your average Tuesday.

Yeah. What are we gonna do about it?

Oh, we're gonna try to stop him.

Okay, let's go home and make some plans.

- I already have a few ideas.
- Save them for the meeting.

Meeting? Yeah, I don't
really like meetings.

No one does, Flynn. No one does.

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