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There's got to be a fire extinguisher somewhere.

Check the panels under your seat!

- No, it's just suits under there.
- Check 'em all.

Got it!

Mission control! Mission control!

Why aren't they answering us?

Okay.

That ain't getting it done.

We need to vent.

Is now really the time?

No, th-the capsule.
We need to vent the capsule!

Fire needs oxygen to live.

We have to purge it all out into space.

Everyone, get your space suits on!

Don't we need oxygen to live, too?

The spacecraft should repressurize

- after we vent the fire.
- Stop asking questions

and suit the hell up.

Welcome to the MacroNova 9000

full-function space suit.
Pairing active suits.

- Hen, get your suit on.
- Here, take over.

Pairing active suits.

Okay, I'm tied in.

Everyone in seats!

Strap in!

Whatever's not tied down
is gonna go right out this door.

Damn it, it's stuck!

It opens inward.

All the pressure's in here, not out there.

- You'll never open it.
- So we just burn alive?

Not a chance.

Athena, wait!

- I can't believe that worked.
- A little too well.

Won't we need that?

And then I told him that I have to leave early,

and said, "Nobody's paying you

a full-time salary for half-time work."

And I reminded him that
I showed up to the office

at 7:00 this morning to make up
for that time, and he said,

"Nobody asked you to do that."

Which is insane, because
that's exactly what he asked me

to do yesterday when I told him

that I was gonna have to leave early.

Which is just, like,
even he doesn't understand

the crap that's coming out of his mouth,

you know what I mean?
He's just a terrible boss.

Well, maybe next time
you should put it in writing.

What?

Are you taking his side?

No. No, I'm-I'm just saying, in the future,

you should protect yourself.
Just make a paper trail,

then, if he forgets what
you say, you can just show him.

- That's all.
- Oh. Why didn't I think about that?

Oh, wait, I did,
when I emailed him a week ago,

and he didn't respond, which
is why I had to show up to work

today and say it to his face.

Right. Sorry.

- I was trying to help.
- No, you're trying to fix it.

You're trying to fix me.

Why can't you just listen
and support me?

Okay, look, if... Okay,

if I see you drowning,
am I supposed to wait

- for you to ask for a life preserver?
- Yes.

No. Maybe.

Look, I just, I want you
to respect my autonomy.

Okay? I can ask for Dr. Hansen
to explain it again.

Oh, God.

Um, this is maybe worse than I thought.

I thought the news was being
hyperbolic, like Carmageddon

or Beenado or something.

I'm gonna text, um, Dr. Hansen

and let him know
that we're gonna be late.

- Lori. Lori.
- I'll text him from the train.

Lori!

I'm... I'm not going.

I'm-I'm done with Dr. Hansen.

Cal, you said you were
gonna give it six months.

We've given it eight years, Lori.

It's still the same fight.

At what point do we just admit defeat?

So you want me to, what?

Just let you die here
in Space Trash-a-palooza?

No, I want you to respect my autonomy.

Okay.

Fine.

The train to North Hollywood

is now arriving.

We're not going home now, are we?

Not in this. It won't survive reentry.

Why did you have to do that?

We would've burned to death if she hadn't.

Look, someone on the ground's
gonna figure out

how to get us back down,

and it's not gonna be
your damn fiancé either.

Then who?

Hen's wife made contact with us once.

She'll do it again.

Athena's right.

If there's anyone who will
help us survive up here

and get us home, it's Karen.

Hopefully, she can do it
in the 12 minutes she has

on the phone with us next time.

We should be back in satellite range

in a little over one hour.

What could possibly go wrong
in an hour?

We don't even know how much air
we have left in these suits.

Estimated breathing time:

one hour and six minutes.

Oh. Thank you, suit.

You're welcome.

Oh, good.

An hour and six minutes.

So, we won't be back
in range for an hour.

Which means we'll only have six
minutes to figure something out.

If you start panicking, son,

you're gonna suck up that oxygen
a whole hell of a lot faster.

This morning,

the Inara II was successfully launched

into low earth orbit.

Approximately seven minutes
into the flight,

all contact with the spacecraft was lost

due to a sudden and unexpected
geomagnetic storm.

But thanks to the tireless efforts

of our MacroNova team on the ground

at 3:37 Pacific Standard Time,

communication with the Inara II

was reestablished.

Tragically, while in the process

of talking the crew
through the reentry procedure,

a fire broke out

aboard the vessel.

Fire suppression efforts
were reported unsuccessful.

Shortly after that,
all communication ended.

Given the literal fallout
we're witnessing in the skies

over parts of the globe today,

any rescue or retrieval
is impossible at this time.

Our thoughts and prayers

are with these everyday heroes
and their families

during this difficult time.

Thank you.

- Son of a bitch.
- So he's just gonna do nothing?

Worse. He's doing damage control.

- He assumes they're dead.
- No, he's betting they are.

He's hedging his bet in case they're not.

He's getting ahead of the story.

He's making it seem like
it was a lost cause.

The truth is we don't know what
happened when that orbit shifted

and we lost contact.

We won't know anything

until they come back around
into signal range.

They'll be back over the West Coast in

- 72 minutes.
- Oh, God.

Okay.

They won't be over L.A. for 72 minutes,

but they're gonna be over somewhere. Right?

All right, Buck, Ravi, let's knock it down.

Harry.

In the engine, got it.

Dispatch, this is Captain 118
responding to

a still alarm at Pershing Square.

We need a Metrolink assignment

and to cease all rail traffic.

Copy, Captain 118.

Closes USAR unit is at
a pedway collapse on Fourth.

I'll send them your way
when they're done.

Lori!

Go on up the stairs to the street.

Over here. You got to get down there!

- Look, I tried, but there's sparks.
- Were you on the train?

No, no, no, but my wife is.
She-she-she's trapped in there.

Lori. I-I can't get to her.

Okay, sir, we're gonna take care of it.

Why don't you wait for her
up on the platform?

All right, Ravi, de-energize the third rail.

There should be a switch on the track.

- Copy.
- All right, let's get that door open.

- All right.
- Okay, stand back.

Everybody up top.

All right, Buck, let's hit
that satellite with CO2.

That's it, ma'am, keep moving up the stairs.

Okay, coming through.

Come on, sir.

Okay, guys, come on through.

If you can, now's the time to get out.

Quick as you can, but still safely.

Okay.

Hey, I got one more.
Rav, give me a hand.

Gotcha.

Okay, sir?

Rav, on three. One, two, three.

- Rav, you got him?
- I got him.

Right this way, sir.

Just head down there.

Hey. Are you Lori?

Yeah. Where's my, where's my husband?

He's fine. We found him
on the platform looking for you.

Okay, can you move?

No. I'm stuck.

I'm stuck.

Hey, hey, Rav.
Come on, give me a hand.

Try and pry this off her.

- All right, let's go.
- On three.

Ready? One, two, three.

Hey, Cap, we need you down here.

Take this.

What, you can't extricate her?

- She's pinned above the knee.
- This thing must weigh

two tons, minimum.

I'd say slow and steady, but the ceiling's

feeling like a timeline
we don't want to miss.

All right, miss, that hurts a lot, huh?

I would use stronger language.

All right, let's see if we can
do something to help that out.

Eddie,

maybe a nice cocktail
for the lady. Buck, Ravi,

let's get that hydraulic ram
in here, all right?

Airbags steadying the car,

timber shoring up the roof.
All right, let's move.

Copy that. I need the Lifepak!

Lori! I-I'm here, Lori!

- Cal!
- Sir. Sir, I told you to stay up on the platform.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Lori.

- Lori. I'm so sorry.
- It's okay. It's okay.

- I'm so sorry.
- It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.
It was just a stupid argument.

So stupid, and-and I want to

keep having it for the rest of my life.

- Okay. Okay. Okay.
- Okay?

Hey, hey, you're gonna get her
out of here, right?

We're working on it right now, sir.

Come here.

Dispatch, we getting USAR out here

- anytime soon?
- Not for 45. Till then...

Yeah, we're on our own.

Let me get this straight, you want me

to send one of our people up to the roof

- with a satellite phone?
- Yes.

And it would be great if you can
do it in the next 12 minutes.

You're aware we're under
an extreme weather watch

over here?

It's raining fire here.

Alden, can I have a word?

All right, bag going up!

Buck, you see this water?

- Where's it coming from?
- I didn't notice it when we first got here.

Might want to mention it to Cap.

Heart rate is 105. BP is 96/48.

Cap, the femur might be broken,
but it's hard to tell.

Copy that.

Buck, how we doing out there?

Yeah, stabilized as much as we can be.

But I think our timeline just moved up.

We got water on the tracks.

A broken pipe.

Great. Can anything make
this day worse?

Don't answer that.

You think we're a lost cause?

I think Dr. Hansen's a terrible therapist.

Lori? Lori? Lori, are you okay?

- I can't breathe.
- You okay?

I can't breathe.

- I can't breathe.
- Lori, hey, eyes on me.

- How you doing?
- I'm pretty cold.

BP's dropping. 90/52!

Cap, I think the femur
might've nicked her artery.

She's bleeding internally.

All right, get a tourniquet on her.

What?

Whoa, whoa, wh-what's happening?
What's happening? Lori!

Lori?

She's out, Cap.

Hey, what's happening?

- All right, Buck, let's get him out of here.
- Sir.

- Lori!
- Sir. Hey, hey. Come on. Let's go.

- No, I am not going anywhere!
- Come on. Hey.

- They need room to work.
- I'm not going anywhere!

- Not a pipe!
- It's a water main!

Yep, day just got worse.

It's her.

Karen?

No, this is Cammie Raleigh

with Nashville Emergency Services.

Nashville?

Am I speaking with the folks
on the spaceship?

Yes!

- Hi.
- It's us!

Hold, please.

Patching you through to Los Angeles.

Hen?

Oh, oh, my God.

Oh, my God. You're a genius.

It was Maddie's idea.

And I've got Turks and Caicos
and 999 in London

standing by when
we lose the connection.

- Is everyone okay?
- Yes.

The-the fire is out.

- We're okay.
- Okay.

We're gonna get you down this time,

and without starting another fire.

- Well, that might be a problem.
- Why?

We lost the emergency hatch
when we vented the capsule.

This thing's now a convertible.

Wh... wh-what are you breathing?

We're in the suits.

We've got about an hour of oxygen left.

What do we do?

Even if they hadn't
blown the hatch, based on

where they are, it's gonna take
a couple hours to get back.

Still here.

We can't come back down, can we?

No.

But... you can keep going up.

Up?

Up where?

Yes.

It-it could work. It'll be tight.

- 50 minutes from where they are.
- Hen?

We're sending you to the
Internation Space Station.

God, I hope they have a bathroom there.

I'm not, I'm not watching the news.

At least not on TV.

Thanks. Let me know
if you hear anything else.

I get better reception
out-outside of the engine.

Oh, yeah? Well, you can also get
flaming rocks in your skull.

Okay. Hey, Cal. This is Cal.

He's gonna hang out with you up here

on the street 'cause no one

is going back down into
the station. Do we understand?

Cal? Yeah? Okay. Cal, in you get.

Let's go.

S-So I'm-I'm what?
I'm babysitting this dude?

Look, he's trying to avoid freaking out

'cause someone he loves is in danger,

and he doesn't know if she's
gonna make it home tonight.

Figured maybe you guys could relate.

Get in the truck.

How did Mama sound?

She's good, baby. Everyone's okay.

Are they on the way home?

Not just yet,

but they're on their way to a
safe place where they can dock

the capsule until it's time
for them to come home.

You're sending them to the ISS?

That is so cool.

When are you coming back?

As soon as I can,

but you guys need to stay with May.

And don't go outside, okay?

We've got everything under control here.

- We'll be fine.
- Thank you

so much for being with them, May.

I can't tell you how much I appreciate it.

Where else would I be? These two

- are pretty good company.
- I love you guys.

Take care of each other, okay?

I'll see you soon.

So what do we do now?

Hello?

- Anybody here?
- Hello?

Oh, my God.

May, are you and the kids okay?

Fine. I just need some advice

on how to get a head wound
to stop bleeding.

Again, not me or the kids.
Uh, this woman...

- Robin.
- Robin came in looking for some help,

but we're a little short on paramedics.

Um, I thought it would stop
if we applied pressure,

but it just won't stop bleeding.

It's a head wound.
There's a tremendous amount

of blood flow there, even a minor cut

can bleed profusely.
Any loss of consciousness?

No, she's up and talking. No nausea

- or dizziness either.
- I feel fine.

- Gross, but fine.
- Robin, it doesn't

sound like you have a major
head injury, which is good.

The laceration probably looks
worse than it is. Did you

get hit by space debris?

No. I got hit by the
coffee table in my living room.

Tripped over my dog.

Tried to call for a car,

but the driver had a "no blood" rule.

Then, I remembered this
firehouse was down the street.

Here, I found towels.

Thank you.

That's a lot of blood.

If you're gonna puke, don't do it on me.

At this point, staples
would be her best bet,

but that's obviously not happening.

And they don't keep
surgical glue in the firehouse.

You need something tight enough
to keep that wound closed.

If she loses much more blood,

she could go into hemorrhagic shock.

My obituary's gonna read,
"Tripped over her dog and died."

Nobody is dying.

Wait, you said tight?

You found something?

Her hair. When I was a kid,
my mom used to braid my hair,

and it would be so tight
that I couldn't sleep at night.

- I always complained.
- May, that's genius. Okay,

you can braid her hair

over the wound to close it.

Okay, Mara, put your hand here.

Keep pressure on it, okay?

All right, Ravi, give me that halogen.

Here.

Eddie, breach the window.

Breaching!

Cap!

Got it.

Breaching!

It's not working.

Any word on killing this water?

Dispatch, what's the ETA
on our water shutoff?

DWP says they shut it down.

Are you sure it's just not

residual water left in the pipe?

I promise you, the water
is most definitely not shut off.

Let me call again.

How long?

Last time, they said 20 minutes,
so this time, probably 30.

Plus however long it takes for those guys

to learn how to read a schematic.

Copy that. They're working on it.

You'll want connect one end
to the tablet and the other one

to the thrusters' module in the console.

Go to settings, tap "Command Nearby Devices,"

and the screen should reboot
in control mode.

Okay, that did something.

Oh...

Okay, I'm getting options

for "thruster," "reverse thruster..."

Looks like a PS5 controller.

Cool. Good. All right.

You fly it, then.

- Me?
- I only do passenger jets.

There's your telemetry, your pitch

and your thrust.

That's the real deal.

Looks like we've got ourselves a pilot.

Major Lewis Kern, Apollo 18,

at your service.

Okay. We need to get you moving.

Uh, we have you
at 55 minutes' travel time

and 64 minutes of O2.

- And you called ahead?
- We haven't

been able to make contact
with anyone there yet.

NASA says they lost contact

- when the geomagnetic storm hit.
- Working theory is that

it knocked out the station's receivers.

Then we'll ring the doorbell.

Well, except the house is traveling

at 17,000 miles an hour

and approximately 53 kilometers
above you.

So, how do we get there?

You'll have to increase
your orbit and match its speed.

Major Kern, I want you
to pitch to local vertical.

- Can you do that?
- With pleasure.

Perfect. Maintain that trajectory.

And you'll let us know if it looks
like we're drifting off course?

Well, here's the thing.

Higher and faster means farther away,

and we don't know how long

we'll be able to keep
a connection with you.

At some point, we will lose you.

No, we'll stay the course.

Okay.

Karen.

Yeah?

Can you call my kids?

I already did.

Just bring their mothers
home to us, Athena.

You know I will.

All right, everyone.

Here we go.

Second star on the right,

straight on till morning.

You're not a firefighter.

No, I'm just,

riding along with them for the day.

You like a Make-A-Wish kid
or something?

You know those people
who went up in the Inara today?

Well, one of them was my mom.

"Is."

One of them is... my mom.

You're just

I'm waiting for news.

Just like you.

I really wish I was down there.

I think I could help.

You can't.

All you can do is let them do their job.

These guys are the best.

They know what they're doing.

The ram's shot.

It won't budge.

I'm gonna make a drain!

Diaz, how's she doing?

Not good. Tachycardia, BP's 125.

You thinking crush syndrome?

Possible organ failure.

All right, it's not draining!

There's concrete chunks underneath.

It won't let the water through!

I think the water's coming in faster.

Yeah.

It's eroding the hole.

It's getting bigger. Damn it.

Should we call another house?

Maybe they can lend us another ram?

Not enough time.

We need a trauma surgeon.
That's her best shot.

Wait a minute. You want to take her leg?

She's young, healthy.

Hospital's just down the street.
We can get her there

in a few minutes.

That's her best odds.

I don't like the call.

Just 'cause you don't like it

doesn't mean it's not the right one.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

I keep thinking,
"What would Bobby do right now?"

For all the things you just listed,

he would try to save that leg.

I'm open to other solutions, Cap.

I just don't see any other ones. Do you?

Ravi, go back to the ER. Grab a surgeon.

Tell them we need
to do a field amputation!

Copy that.

May, that looks great.

I got it to stop actively bleeding,

but she should probably
still get to a hospital.

Do you have an ETA on our RA unit?

I still don't know when the 118'll be back.

I don't have one to send.

Even if I did, the hospitals are overrun.

- Was there that much space junk?
- Some.

Plus a lot of rubber-necking
accidents, selfies gone wrong,

heart attacks that
are probably panic attacks.

- You know the drill.
- Yeah.

I guess we'll just keep her here,

keep an eye on her
until the guys get back.

She probably shouldn't be alone.

May, we have another patient coming in.

Wait, May, did he say "another patient"?

They said they heard

we were treating people.

Where?

I may have posted something online.

What's the ETA on my trauma surgeon?

About an hour. Maybe.

She doesn't have an hour.
Do they know that?

Yeah, I've tried everything,
including begging,

but it's pretty backed up

in here.

Damn it.

I'll do it!

They don't send you into a war zone

without teaching you how to do
an amputation. Granted,

it wasn't underwater but

I learned a couple things in Afghanistan.

Panikkar,

grab some whole blood.

Get back here as soon as you can!

All right, copy that.

I'm gonna grab a hacksaw from the rig.

You're gonna let me do it?

No, I'm gonna do it myself.

How many people at the firehouse now?

Uh, close to two dozen at this point,

but more keep coming.

Mostly minor injuries, along with

some people who either
can't make it home

or are afraid to be alone.

So the 118 as a makeshift shelter?

That's not a bad use of an
empty fire station in a crisis.

Yeah, and it says here that it's not

the only empty firehouse in town.

You know, we could
put out a call for retired

or off duty medical personnel,
social workers.

They could just go to their
nearest firehouse and help.

It would take some pressure off the ERs,

which are standing room only right now.

Well, how fast can we spread the word?

You'd be surprised.

No, dude, you're-you're kidding?

No, there's no way.

You want to, you want to cut off her leg?

No, I do not.

Listen, Cal,

in an ideal world, you would be having

this conversation with
an actual surgeon right now,

but it appears "ideal"
has left the atmosphere, so...

Okay, what... No.

Uh, what-what-what
are the other options?

We wait.

City figures out how to turn off the water,

we figure out how
to pull that concrete slab

off of her leg, hoping that the hole

doesn't get any bigger
and that her heart doesn't fail,

but most likely she will die.

She... What?

Lori dies?

Okay. Um

but-but if you do this,
she-she lives, right?

If I do this, she has a chance to live.

Two hours ago,
I was having a fight with her,

and now I'm gonna
give you the authorization

- to amputate her leg?
- I'm sorry.

No, she's gonna hate me.

At least she'll be alive to do it.

You said they're the best, right?

You do what you have to do,
but you save her life.

All right, we will.

All right, guys, have everything prepped.

I'm coming down.

The speed is good. Vector's solid.

You should have visual contact by now.

We see it!

It looks so far away.

Oh, it's not. You made good time.

You are about 26 minutes out

with 33 minutes of oxygen in reserve.

Hey.

NASA's still getting no response

from the crew on the ISS.

I was hoping they'd be

on standby to help them dock.

Karen?

Karen?

All right, we just have
to talk them through it

before we lose them.

Guys,

we still have no radio

contact with the ISS.

- What does that mean?
- It just means

we have to prep you
for the docking in case

they're not ready for an assist.

How do you feel about that,

- Major Kern?
- Docking procedure's like riding a bike.

But you never made it to space.

I did it many, many times

- in the simulator.
- So like riding

a stationary bike. In 1972.

- What uh-oh?
- I should have checked this before.

The Inara II isn't designed
to dock with the ISS.

What does that mean?

Hauser didn't build it
to cross the thermosphere.

The design isn't compatible

- with the ISS airlocks.
- So what do they do?

They're gonna have to walk.

Hen,

there could be a complication up ahead.

In space, even the good news sucks.

What kind of complication?

It looks like the Inara II won't be able

to dock at any of the ports.

But you're gonna be fine.

You just need to get
close enough to an outer

airlock and you'll be able
to step right up to it.

There'll be a hatch, you'll be able...

- Hello?
- Hello?

They're not there anymore.

Guys, they're not there.

Hen?

They're out of range.

Hello?

It's just us now.

Looks like maybe the station

got beat up worse than we did.

So does that mean

we're not gonna be able to get on it?

Oh, we'll get on it, all right.

Your wife said
we wouldn't be able to dock.

She also said it'd be fine.

Yeah, right after, she said...

Look, we're gonna figure it out.

And before these suits
run dry. Right, Major?

Yeah, I think I already did figure it out.

You see that open hatch there?

That's the airlock. We can't dock to it, but

I think I can get us
within spittin' distance.

How far can you spit?

I can get us as close as 30 feet.

And then what?

Jump.

All right, pushing sux, roc,

and ten mils of Ketamine.

All right, one pint of O negative.

Was all they could spare.

We'll make it do.

All right, Cap, tell me when to bolus.

Hey, Cap?

I'll tell you when to bolus.

Hey.

I can still do it.

I've been waiting months

for this interim captain thing
to come to an end.

I think this'll finally do it.

Give her the blood.

BP's dropping,

80/48.

Keep bolusing.

I'm at her femur.

BP's still falling. 60/32.

Bag is running dry,

- Cap!
- Keep bolusing!

She's losing a lot of blood!

I'm almost through!

Ravi, get the backboard ready!

When I say go, we go!

BP's bottoming out, Cap!

Keep bolusing!

Almost there! Hang on!

All right, go!

Eddie, give me the hemostat!

Ravi, get that backboard in here!

Coming in!

All right, femoral is clamped!

- Backboard in!
- I got it.

Let's get her topside!

Nice and easy. That's it.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

My God. My God.

Lori. Lori.

They got her out, Cal.
She made it.

She made it.

I don't know what to say
to her when she wakes up.

You can tell her
there was no good option,

but we did everything we could for her.

What if she hates me?

Then tell her to hate me.

I was the one in charge, I'll be the one

to shoulder all the blame.

Thanks, Cap.

Thank you all.

Thank you.

You made the right call, Cap.

Almost there. Almost there.

We're... we're gonna do this.

We're gonna do this.
We're gonna do this.

Oxygen levels critical.

Estimated four minutes to depletion.

Hey, just stay calm.

Hold on.

I'm bringing her around.

Easy.

Come on.

Oh, my God!

I guess that explains
why nobody picked up.

Parker? Parker,

listen to me. You have to stay calm.

Oh, God, we're gonna die
out there, aren't we?

He's having a panic attack.

His O2 supply is draining fast.

I got this, ladies.
Certified yoga instructor.

Parker,

let's bring our awareness to our breath,

to our bodies, pull it through you...

Okay, namaste ain't working.

Let me. Look at me. Okay, look at me.

- Parker.
- I can't breathe!

Hear me when I say every breath
you take is a minute

you're stealing from everybody else,

so pull your ass together.

All right.

Good. Okay, who's going first?

- I'll do it.
- Respectfully, ma'am,

I've been waiting 50 years for this.

Tether secure.

Parker, go. You're up.

- Oxygen levels depleted.
- Guys!

I'm out! I'm out of air!
I can't do it! I can't do it!

You need to get over there now!

Macronaut Parker is out of air.

We'll be right behind you! Go!

Go!

Damn it!

Careful now.

Easy.

Okay, Tricia, you next.

He's not looking good.

Breathe in,

breathe out.

Okay,

get ready to close the hatch.

Ah! Hang on. Hang on, okay?

We're almost there!

Come on. Come on.

Wake up!

- Breathe, breathe, breathe.
- Attaboy.

Looks like we've got company.

I'd say that's an understatement.

So am I gonna have to report all this

- to the chief?
- If you do, you tell him it was your wife's idea.

- Of course it was.
- Ma'am.

The hospitals were full,
the firehouse was empty.

So you guys have just been
performing tiny miracle after

- tiny miracle?
- It's what our dad taught us.

Uh, during the earthquake,

Dad took us to the church
so we could be of service.

It helped take our minds off
of worrying about our mom.

And she came back.
And she will this time, too.

She's alive, Harry.

Karen made contact.
She sent them to a safe place.

Hello?

Anybody here?

Hello?

- Is that what I think it is?
- Blood.

Oh...

She's alive.

Somebody get me a med kit!

She's breathing, but barely.

Contusions above the temple.

Bruises across the ribcage.

Best guess, punctured lung.

You got that

- med kit yet?
- Yeah, coming.

Let's see here. I need a...

It's okay, it's okay. Just try to stay calm

and catch your breath. You're okay.

Did Elon send you?

No, much worse. Tripp Hauser.

I hate that guy.

He's my fiancé.

My condolences.

Why are you here?

We were caught in a geomagnetic storm.

Our capsule was damaged.
We couldn't go

- back down.
- We needed somewhere safe

while the people on the ground
figured out a way

to get us back home.

Any port

in a geomagnetic storm.

Lucky for me you picked this place.

Maybe not so lucky for you.

What are you talking about?

The ISS is in the middle
of the debris field.

We've been hit three times already.

Not sure she can withstand a fourth.

A fourth?

It's coming back around?

How soon?

Just about...

Now. Now!

Hold on to something!

Hold on!