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Susan! Here!

Susan!

Here! Grab my hand!

Sir, we thought you'd want to see this
immediately.

We'll have to bring in the chairman.

Use a priority comm channel. It'll be
the only way to reach her.

She's not going to be happy.

Don't I know it. She hasn't seen her
husband in weeks.

This can't wait.

What should I tell her?

Tell her... Tell her we have an
emergency capsule retrieval at sea.

Tell her the SOS just came in.

SOS?

You mean that something manned just fell
out of the sky?

Sir, I didn't think we had anything
manned in orbit.

That's just it.

We don't.

There is nothing wrong with your
television.

Do not attempt to adjust the picture.

We are now controlling the transmission.

We control the horizontal and the
vertical.

We can deal with you with a thousand
channels.

or expand one single image to crystal
clarity and beyond.

We can shape your vision to anything our
imagination can conceive.

For the next hour, we will control all
that you see and hear.

We are about to experience the awe and
mystery which reaches from the deepest

inner mind to the outer limits.

Do stand by.

As technology evolves, the means to
communicate with

each other become increasingly
sophisticated.

But will these means ever be sufficient
to bridge the gaps between us?

Or will they only serve to pull us
further apart?

My students have finally learned to
appreciate the common mollusk.

I mean, more than just something to eat.

What could possibly be more important
than that to college kids?

Penis size.

Of course. What was I thinking?

They discovered a clam sex organ is
roughly half the size of its entire

The inevitable debate ranged.

What was that?

Just to a clam, I'm sure.

Maybe you should write a paper.

I should.

Not that you'd ever find time to read
it.

Oh, come on. That's not fair.

You know damn well the stress I've been
under since my appointment to the chair.

Yes, darling, I know the stress we've
been under.

And speaking of papers, Senator O
'Reilly was quoted once again in the

this morning spreading his usual
rhetoric against the agency.

Inept leadership, fiscal mismanagement,
etc.

He's keeping his fat face in the news by
dumping on me and what I've done, what

I'm doing.

Excuse me if I brought it with me
tonight.

And Riley's on the attack because he's
taking a beating in the polls.

Well, pulling the U .S. out of the
program is not going to help.

Keeps him in the news.

And the Europeans worried.

You know, the French are already talking
about doing their own thing. And

they're fighting with the brits of a
damn moon base, which never should have

been put there in the first place. And I
wonder why I stay on sometimes.

So do I.

Speaking of the devil agency.

I told them priority messages on my...

I'm sorry So am I

Thank God for the name.

Good friends.

Wish you were here.

Damn it, Raymond. How did the press get
hold of this? Same way we did.

The call didn't come in over secured
channels.

It was sent on a C -Box.

C -Box?

Communications device. Standard issue on
the Vagan capsules. Wasn't that series

discontinued 20 years ago when Vagan 4
disappeared?

Yeah, that's right, Doctor. Somewhere in
lunar space.

Carrying the only C -Box that's
unaccounted for.

Do we know who sent the signal?

A Lieutenant Christopher Lindy.

Chris Lindy? My God, is that possible?

Dr. Tillman, it might be better if you
came with me. It's late, and for

reasons, we'd prefer to have you stay on
the compound. We took the liberty of

having a room made up. Is this really
necessary?

We're in the middle of an emergency
rescue. The next couple of hours could

critical. Please.

We'd appreciate it.

So let's bring him in, find out what
he's been doing for the last 20 years.

Understood. It's just that we're having
some difficulty getting a fix on the

signal.

What's that?

A problem with the reception.

Maybe the age of the box or damage is
separate, but the signal seems to be

coming in from everywhere and nowhere.

Maybe he's on alert for a pickup, which
brings us to another problem.

Good work. Carry on.

All right.

I'm reading one.

Senator O 'Reilly?

Madam Chairperson, I thought I'd drop in
seeing I was in the neighborhood.

Welcome.

I'm pleased you'll have the opportunity
to watch a group of very talented people

at work.

Our tax dollars in action.

Money well spent.

If you can bring them back.

Oh, we'll bring them back.

Hard to retrieve what you can't find.

Temporary problem.

Let's hope so.

I brought defense on board. All our
military resources are fully engaged in

rescue effort.

This is not a military operation,
Senator.

We still pay the bills around here.

We'd kind of like to bring him in
ourselves.

I'm not risking the lieutenant's life
for a photo opportunity.

If there's no immediate danger, what's
the harm in letting us do the pickup?

We finally got a fix on him.

Good work. We'll have our people there
immediately.

I don't think it's going to be that
simple, Senator.

Why not?

The origin point is unusual.

How so?

The source of the signal isn't
terrestrial.

Where the hell is it coming from?

Quadrant J556A of local space, just
above the lunar surface. In fact, this

particular picture was taken almost 25
years ago by an orbiting telescope.

It's part of a long -term mapping
program.

Anyway, as you can see, it's nothing
extraordinary.

Now this, this shot here was taken
almost five years later, just before

entered the area. As I recall from the
files, just a routine flight. It

have been more routine.

Hell, they were sent to fix the same
telescope that took these pictures.

They must have been less than an hour
away from it when radio contact was

I take it the SOS came out of that blur.

The shot here was just taken a few hours
ago.

It's a wormhole.

Exactly.

We've got a wormhole in local space?

Why haven't we seen it before?

It's relatively small and located in an
area we've had a little activity in. If

it wasn't for Lindy's signal, we'd
probably still miss it. For another, it

appears that wormholes open and close
like a door.

A door?

Into what? It's a corridor through space
-time, an entrance to a room sitting

next to us, or more accurately, next to
the moon.

For as long as the door remains open,
distant space becomes local space, but

passage between the two creates time
distortion patterns that explain why

only now receiving Vagant Force SOS.

Bottom line?

Throw out your ideas of space -time.

20 years to us may have only been 20
minutes to Lieutenant Lindy.

It could be a thousand light years from
here.

We have to reach out to him.

How do you propose doing that?

We beam a signal back into the wormhole.
If he can send, he can probably receive

as well.

We'll resurrect an old C -box and see if
we can't get the two units talking to

each other.

And if we do, what then?

We tell him we're coming for him.

You've got to be kidding.

Our mandate was not only to put a man in
space, but to bring him back as well.

I realize that, but...

How long do you figure this door will
stay open?

What the hell?

Okay.

Why can't someone else handle this?

There is no one else.

It's my responsibility.

It's my job.

You're too close to this.

You know why no woman will ever marry
you, George? You look too damn good in

morning. Oh, is the morning already?

That's right. You never know in here, do
you? No.

Any word?

Yeah, it's online.

And he's okay. It's not the best
connection, but we'll be able to talk to

When do we connect?

20 minutes ago. I was just coming to get
you.

If you're still thinking about trying to
bring him back... No more thinking.

That's exactly what we're going to do.

Do you have a problem with that?

We don't know the effect it might have
on others passing through it.

Hell, it could collapse at any time.

In my opinion, until we know more, a
rescue mission is completely unfeasible.

Your opinion is noted, Professor.

But it's my call.

He did ask specifically for you.

What have you told him?

Nothing. So far as he knows, the last 20
years haven't happened yet.

20 years.

Chris?

It's Nancy.

Chris, are you there?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm still here.

Wherever here is.

God, it's good to hear your voice again,
Nancy.

I really miss you.

I miss you too.

I'm getting from you, Colonel, is how
impossible a recovery is.

Yesterday morning, I thought it was
impossible to put a man outside our

system.

Senator, we're studying every option.

And the world is studying you, Colonel.

There isn't a person on this planet who
isn't tuning in to Lindy's

transmissions. It isn't like pulling him
out of the South Pacific.

We need time.

You don't have time, Colonel. You heard
his last message. He's scared and alone.

And I'll be damned if I'm going to let
an American hero become food for some

jellyfish. He didn't say it was a
jellyfish, sir. He said it looked like a

jellyfish.

Would you want it swimming around you?

That's enough.

Senator, we want him back here as much
as you do.

Patsy, the logistics of this sort of
operation are staggering.

Dammit, Raymond, I know that.

We have to move on this. I need our
options.

Now.

There might be a shot from the moon.
You're going to send in a bunch of

geologists? Oh, there's a solution.

No, the French have a small number of
their legionnaires there for training.

And a Hesiod shuttle.

Something I believe we loaned them,
Senator.

To our everlasting regret.

It's tougher than the Bacon series.

It'll follow a signal then.

Provided the French will authorize its
use.

Paperwork should only take a few hours.

With all due respect, Senator, you
better hurry. Our window is tight.

The wormhole is closing fast.

Then we better not waste time.

We better put a care package together.

If we can't retrieve him, it'll be all
he has.

I'll have George coordinate with our
friends on the moon.

No matter how good the Hesiod is, it
wasn't designed to land on the open

Even I know that.

But it was designed to land on virtually
any terrestrial surface.

If Lindy can reach land.

They can make the pickup there. If you
can escape the local food chain.

And as far as I know, we don't have any
expertise on whatever it is that's

following the raft.

Anything interesting?

Not really.

Same old news.

I need your help.

You're the best in your field.

We need the best.

Whatever you want.

What was that for?

I love you.

It's time to meet the neighbors.

We'll have launch from the moon in less
than an hour, so I don't want any follow

-ups. The agency has complete authority
over the Hessian. The French government

just transferred jurisdiction for all on
-board personnel.

Welcome to the jungle, Professor.

Thank you. You know your advanced
invertebrate biology was required

my graduate program?

My sympathies.

Extend them to Lindy as well. It's on
his reading list. We're sending him a

library on that old C -box. It'll take a
dozen lifetimes to get through. All

courtesy of the new Infinity Disk.

Tell me about this creature.

None better if he tells himself.

Dr. Tillman?

Thank God.

Nancy tells me you're the best.

Well, that's nice of her to say.

Now, Lieutenant, you've described this
thing as a type of jellyfish. Could you

elaborate for me?

It looks like a huge translucent
umbrella.

Medusa -shaped?

Yeah, that's right.

The tentacles extend out from beneath
it. And how big are they?

Um, ten feet long.

Can you give us a minute, Lieutenant?

Judging from their size, I'd say those
tentacles aren't designed to attack

anything as small and insignificant as a
man, but something much, much larger.

The raft.

Exactly. That creature may not prey on
Lindy if it sees the raft as a bigger

better meal.

Greg, you can't be serious.

I'm no other choice.

But you're suggesting that he leave the
raft.

I'm considering it.

Say, Greg, you can't send him into the
pitch black water with that thing.

If he doesn't, he'll be dead long before
your rescue mission arrives to put him

off the shore.

He doesn't even know if there is a
shore.

What he doesn't know won't hurt him, but
this thing just might.

So you think you could swim through this
thing?

No guarantees.

But when you consider the
alternatives...

I can't help him leave without supplies.

I could be here a long time, Colonel.

Not if we can help it.

You're coming after me?

Our ship is already on its way.

All you have to do is get yourself on
land.

That's easier said than done.

Let me see if I can buy myself a bit of
time.

So far, so good.

He's still with us.

Damn, this is taking forever.

There's a message coming through from
the Hessian.

Looks like trouble.

Who's running the show?

It's Guy Leclerc.

No? Yeah, he's tough. He wouldn't check
in if he wasn't serious.

Line secure?

Absolutely. Patch him in.

Commander Leclerc. I have Chairman
MacDonald here.

Good afternoon, Commander.

Are you still able to track Lieutenant
Lindy's beacon?

Barely, Madame Diabros.

Perhaps when we pass through the rift it
will improve.

I still don't know how Vaganfall did it.
Our navigation system is dead.

The ship is taking a beating. It's like
a whirlpool.

There seems to be some sort of
gravitational flux coming out of the

How close are you? We are just minutes
away.

It's changing shape.

One minute, Madame.

The wormhole is folding in on itself,
collapsing.

I think we should pull back.

They're right there.

If they get through, there's no
guarantee they'll end up even remotely

Lindy. They still have his bacon. For
now, but the wormhole's changing shape,

all right? It's becoming something
different from what Vagan IV went

could dump the Hesiod. We're not going
to get another shot at this. There are

people aboard that ship.

Each of whom knew the risk when they
signed it. So did Lindy. When he joined

Vagan IV, that's the price of space
exploration, and he wouldn't expect that

debt to be paid off by the men and women
of the Hesiod.

you you

Commander, are you able to maintain your
position?

It's difficult, but we will try.

I'll wait my word.

What the hell are we waiting for?

We're within inches of retrieving him.
There's a lot at stake here, Senator.

You're damn right there is.

We finally sent humanity to the stars.

Think of what he's seen and experienced.

You pull this off, and the world will
support your space effort.

Hell, this is what you've been fighting
for all this time.

I'll even support you myself.

But you turn back now, when we're this
close, without even making an effort,

won't have to worry about me shutting
you down.

World opinion will do that for me.

Get LeClair back.

Have him get as close as possible
without being pulled in.

I want him ready to go on a moment's
notice.

You can't.

You can't go ahead with this. There's no
way.

Your opinion is noted, Professor, and
I'm considering it.

People don't enjoy

nature enough.

They don't understand the therapeutic
value to it.

I ought to do an empirical study.

God knows it'd be a hell of a lot better
than measuring the length of bivalves.

For people's lives.

The men and women of the Hesiod.

I figured I should know a little about
them. If I was going to send them into

something, they may not come back, Ron.

Who are they?

Children.

They're just kids.

They all look so impossibly young.

Just like Chris did when he left.

All dressed up and eager to leave the
world behind.

Eager to leave me behind.

Was he?

I don't know. Probably not. Sure seemed
so at the time.

And if you could turn the clock back?

And still be standing on that beach,
still screaming at him as he suddenly

us up to the stars.

It seemed so easy for him.

That's what hurt so much.

I tried to understand.

I tried.

But when I looked into his eyes, he'd
already gone.

He'd already left me far behind.

I'm sure it was a difficult sacrifice
for him to make.

It's intoxicating, you know.

Pushing the boundaries of what's known.

Traveling on the edge of new worlds.

It's something deep inside of us, this
need to touch the face of God.

Santa?

He's in a place we've never been.

Seeing things we can't even imagine.

Every day, I go to my lab.

And occasionally, if I'm lucky, I catch
a glimmer of it.

You know, I think the two of you are
more alike than I ever thought.

Maybe.

But with a huge difference.

I wouldn't give you up for anything.

We can't hold out with this ship much
longer. It's getting late, Colonel.

the hell is she? She's right, sir.

And well aware of the timetable. Then
give them the word before we lose our

chance. Lenny sent the okay. He's
reached land.

But the door's closing in fast.

I've relayed the situation to him, I
figure. He should be aware of the risk.

There, you hear that?

This is it.

There is no more time.

Commander.

Do you still have Lieutenant Lindy's
coordinates?

Barely. We're being cornered out here.

I'll be on.

Yes. No.

It's not worth it.

I already lost one crew going in. We're
not going to lose another.

Not for one man.

I'm here to stay.

One moment, Lieutenant.

We can't listen to him. He does not know
what he is saying.

Yes, he does.

And he's right.

Jettison the care package.

We're pulling back.

And, Commander?

Yes?

No mistakes.

These may be the last supplies he
receives for a very long time.

Commander, I've honored Madam
Chairperson.

It will reach its destination.

Thank you, Commander.

What will you tell him?

The truth.

It's been

years.

My God.

It's been 20 years.

Where did all that go, Nancy?

Where did all that time go?

Wish I hadn't answered.

Because it was space.

Fate just put me in a place where I was
always meant to be.

Oh, the bonus.

I got real lucky.

I got a chance to reach out to you.

On the other side of the galaxy, I got a
chance to reach across the space in

time to touch you again.

Say goodbye the right way this time.

was something of us that's kept me safe.

Distances between us, so vast and so
close, are so easily bridged,

not by what we make, but by what we
feel.

Won't you tell him please?

Personal justice.

I will kill this man!

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