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No. That's it,
you're done.

I told you,

one drink per customer,
no exceptions.

You already had
your one.

Harper is going to get lynched
If he keeps serving up
saliva martinis.

Saliva?

This drought's
got to end sometime.

Unless we can shift
the planetary orbit

further away from Methus-Two.

Excuse me, saliva?

Maybe the answer's
in the Methus diagram.

Has harper made any
progress figuring it out?

Not really. He's been
too busy salivating.

Hey, one drink maximum, Beka.

Someone may as well
drink Doyle's.

Might as well be me.

Come on.
One more.

Get out!

And here's what I think
of your money, honey.

What'll it be?

Oh, you know,
Harper, the usual.

Okay, you know my name,

but why is it
I can't remember yours?

Beats me.
I tell you every day.

Every day?

Celine.
Nah, nah.

That's not possible, because

I'd remember.

On the bright side,

I don't usually wait
this long to tell you,

so you'd better
take it off, fast.

Take what off?

Your Cryo neck-cooler.

Nah, no, no, no.
I paid 400 Canaa for this.

You never listen.

Celine, was it?
Don't worry, Celine.

I can take care
of myself.

Not as much as you think.

Harper, won't
give me another drink,

Then give me that
frosty necktie instead!

Wait a minute,
wait a minute!

No, it's mine!

Hey, Zebey.
Might want to hold that bottle
a few inches to the left.

Someone's going to
leave the door open.

I tried to warn you.

No, no, that's mine.

Come here, you.

Dylan Hunt?

Wait, what am I saying?

You'd have to be dead.

Hundreds of years dead.

Not bad
for a dead guy.

Especially
a couple hundred years.

Thank you, Beka.

Oh. Right.

I'm sorry.

I was confusing you
with someone
from the old legends,

A High Guard captain.

The universe
is a dangerous place,

but in our future,
my crew and I
fight to make it safe.

I am Dylan Hunt, Captain
of the Andromeda Ascendant,

and these are our adventures.

And around we go.

Come on.
One more.

Get out.

And here's what I think
of your money, honey.

What'll it be?

Oh, you know,
Harper, the usual.

Okay, you know my name,

But why is it
I can't remember yours?

Beats me.
I tell you every day.

Every day?

Celine.
Nah, nah.

That's not possible, because

I'd remember.

On the bright side,

things get a little clearer
every time,

but that's only because
you're smarter than

the last 20 bartenders
they've had in here.

I don't usually wait
this long to tell you,

so you'd better
take it off, fast.

Take what off?

Your Cryo neck-cooler.

Nah, no, no, no.
I paid 400 Canaa for this.

You never listen.

Celine, was it?
Don't worry, Celine.

I can take care
of myself.

Not as much as you think.

Harper, won't
give me another drink,

Then give me that
frosty necktie instead!

Wait a minute,
wait a minute!

No, it's mine!

Hey, Zebey.
Might want to hold that bottle
a few inches to the left.

Someone's going to
leave the door open.

I tried to warn you.

No, no, that's mine.

Dylan? Captain Dylan Hunt?

Hello.
Not bad.

Looks like
Dylan's lucky day.

So your name is Dylan Hunt?

Yes. But no one on Seefra
knows about the High Guard.

Come here!

You're not from around here?

Oh, yes.

Around and around.

I couldn't help
watching as you came in.

You're quite...

Well, perceptive
doesn't really say it.

You have no idea.

Enlighten me.

You're like your namesake
in more ways than looks.

You still haven't explained
how you know what this

historical captain
looked like.

That's complicated.

I get the feeling
a lot about you is.

Dylan specializes
in complicated.

Lucky, lucky, lucky.

What she probably means
is I know trouble
when I see it,

And I know
that you're in it,
so maybe I can help.

I'm not the only one
who's perceptive.

Maybe, just maybe, you can.

How do you do that?

So, what is--
Celine Yul'Tawn.

Common sense
that time.

Can't accept your offer of
help without telling you
my name, now, can I?

Celine...

It's beautiful.

So what kind of trouble
are you in, Celine?

You're going to
think I'm insane.

Oh, well, I, uh...

I like insane.

I don't suppose
you know what it's like

to lose complete control
of your life,

to be trapped
between your past,

your future.

Well, actually, I, uh...

Let's talk about you.

I'm sorry.
I can't do this.

Whoa, look, Celine, I can't
help you unless you tell me
what's going on.

I know,
it's just...

I have to really be
able to trust you.

I have to
know you
better, I guess.

Well, I'm not opposed to that.

Here's your water.
Thanks.

You okay?

It's been so long since I spent
the whole afternoon walking.

I'd forgotten how thirsty
it can make a person.

I hope it wasn't too
monotonous for you.

Seefra's not exactly
a theme drift.

I didn't notice.

I've never had a better time.

You're not bad
company yourself.

Uh...

I think it's time to
tell me what's going on.

Time, yes.

It's about time.

It's all about time.

My God.

A High Guard uniform.

I knew it.

You are him.

You're the Dylan Hunt.
Captain Dylan Hunt.

I can't expect you
to tell me the truth
and then lie myself,

So, I am.

We've met, Captain.

It was just before
you assumed command
of the Andromeda.

Before you left with
the Commonwealth Fleet.

They had a parade
in your honor.

I'd climbed up on the railing
to watch the procession pass.

You're the lieutenant who fell.

And broke my wrist, yes.

You carried me
to the med station.

That's more than
300 years ago.

You're wondering
why a woman from
300 years ago is

is standing
before you
in this moment.

I could ask you
the same question.

You could, but
I'm not a woman.

The last we heard,
your fleet was ambushed.

Witchhead...

The end.

The end?

Of the Commonwealth.

My first officer,
best friend,

betrayed me,

gave the Nietzscheans
the advantage they needed.

The Commonwealth, gone?

But you--
Suspended on the edge of a
black hole for 300 years.

That's my story.

Now yours.

Suddenly, my problems
seem so small.

I'll tell you.

I will.

But, first...

There are more ways
than one to get to
know each other.

I'm not opposed to that.

Oh, Dylan, I hope
you can help me.

I hope...

What's this doing here?

No. That's it,
you're done.

I told you,

one drink per customer,
no exceptions.

You already had
your one.

Harper is going to get lynched
If he keeps serving up
saliva martinis.

Saliva?

This drought's
got to end sometime.

Unlikely, unless we can
shift the planetary orbit

further away from Methus-Two.

Excuse me, saliva?

Maybe the answer's
in the Methus diagram.

Has harper made any
progress figuring it out?

Oh, not really. He's been
too busy salivating.

Get it?
Oh, come on, Rhade.

It's called
a good mood.
Try it sometime.

Get out!

And here's what I think
of your money, honey.

All right,
what'll it be?

Oh, you know,
Harper, the usual.

You know my name,

but why is it
I can't remember yours?

Beats me.
I tell you every day.

Every day, huh?

That's not possible, because

if I met you before,
believe me,

I'd remember.

Take it off, Harper.

Take what off?

Oh, you never listen.

Harper, won't give me
another drink,

then give me that frosty
necktie instead!

Hey, Zebey. Um...

Dylan.

Captain Dylan Hunt.

Hello.

Not bad. Looks like
Dylan's lucky day.

I thought you'd recognize me.

Celine.

We've met before.

Well, I think I'd remember.

Not necessarily.

Heads up!

That's remarkable.

I need help.

It doesn't look like it.

Looks can be deceiving.

Can we step outside?

Sure.

So we spent
the whole afternoon

and half the
evening together

and I agreed
to help you.

You agreed
to try, Captain.

Captain, I don't hear that
much around here.

You don't hear
yourself referred to

as a High Guard soldier
of the Commonwealth,

Captain
of the Andromeda,

and the sole survivor
of the battle of
Witchhead either, do you?

You'd better tell me
how you know all of that.

That, and the fact
your ship was trapped
on the edge of a black hole,

Frozen in time for
300 years,

because your first officer,
your best friend,
betrayed you?

The only way I could.

You told me.

Okay, I'm listening.

You told me
everything,

last time
in your room,

before we...
Got distracted.

That's not possible.

Never mind.

Today is all I have, anyway.

Thousands of them.

VAI.

Vedran Astro-Engineering
Institute.

They developed the
Slipstream navigation system
for the Commonwealth fleet.

This card is dated CY 9789.

That's when I
worked for them,

300 years ago.

You could say
we have a lot in common.

Let me
show you something.

Here.

I haven't had the guts
to revisit this place

till now.

I can see why
you've been reluctant
to come back down here.

Reluctant?

Make that terrified.

I remember a team
from the VAI

showing me the nav upgrades
onboard Andromeda.

Its public directive...

Its classified directive
was to find the
ways and means

to secure our end
of Slipstream,

so forces from the Abyss
couldn't find this system.

The Abyss? There's a name
I haven't heard in a while.

It must've worked.

That was the general plan,

but my supervisors had
something else in mind.

They diverted funds
from the VAI and

used the navigational
technology for
their own project.

A portal to the
Route of Ages.

Seefra-1 is a portal
to the Route of Ages?

It wasn't
supposed to be.

And you were
forced to go along
with this project?

Worse. I was duped.

By the time I realized
what was really going on,

I tried to warn the
rest of the VAI,
my lab team,

showed them my calculations
on the risks of altering
planetary positioning,

how it would lead
to climate disruption,

but my supervisors
blew me off as a nut,

so I blew the whistle on them.

And I've been paying
the price ever since.

I need my ID card.

Oh. Of course.

Well, at least you got to keep
your security clearance.

I'm a quantum
mathematician, captain.

Please, call me Dylan.

I mean, if we were, as you say,
distracted together...

Dylan.
Thanks.

I calculated the risks
before going up
against my superiors.

The odds were definitely
not in my favor,

so I overlaid
their security code
onto mine.

When Methus-Two
started to blink,

I knew the portal
had been initiated,

that Seefra's orbit
was shifting.

Kick-Starting the
drought cycles.

And destroying
the mechanism
to fix it all.

Damn.

A Methus crystal.

My turn to be surprised.

You know what this is already?

Yeah, we have one.

It may be the
other half of this.

We've been trying
to decipher it.

We had a hunch that
it was connected
to the drought.

This could help.

Broken, I don't know.

Last I saw it,
the crystal was whole.

I'd snuck back in,
intent on shutting it down,

and that's the last thing
I remember.

Since then, I've been stuck
in a time loop ever since.

300 years.

I'm here, I'm gone...

Here and gone.

Pulled into a portal
created by your supervisors.

Or some deviation of it.

My guess is there was
a recursive algorithm
in the code

which never reaches
termination state.

It keeps bouncing me off
a time berm somewhere.

Look, I'm no
quantum mathematician,

but two halves should
equal a whole, right?

That's usually
how it works.

This has been hard on you.
You should rest.

What I need Is to get as
much accomplished as possible

before the suns set
on the horizon and
everything starts over.

Fine, then what I need to do
is to get you back to your life.

Maybe you already have.

Maybe there's something else
that can break the time loop.

Something stronger
than Vedran engineering.

That's a nice idea,

but I'm not taking
any chances. Come on.

I'm very good
with my force lance.

Are you all right?

Remind me never to
pick a fight with you.

She's very weak.

She put up
a hell of a fight.

It cost her.

I think she's dying.

Over 300 years
lost in a time loop,
that's what cost her.

Trance, if you could
just make sure that--

Don't worry.

Thanks.

And then
the Castalian banker,
Paddy Black,

turns to her
bank manager
and says,

"I've got a Magog
in my office, and
he wants a loan.

"All he gave me for collateral
is this stupid statue.

"I don't know
what this thing is.
What should I do?"

The bank manager
looks at it and says,

"Why, it's a
knickknack,
Paddy Black.

"Give the magog a loan."

And that's supposed
to be a joke?

It's an Earth joke, yeah.

Maybe not
the best one, but
it always gets me.

Maybe it's your delivery.
Everyone's a critic.

Seefra's orbital chart.

We have until the
suns get from here

to here.

And then we
forget her again?
Just like, poof?

Just like poof.

So if she's in a loop
that keeps on repeating,
that means

we must be, too, right?

Well, I suppose we must be.

Even though it doesn't
feel like we are?

Yeah, but it does for Celine.

And if we're all in a loop,
we have almost no time
to get us all out.

This is
our best clue.

You mean
our only clue.

No offense,
oh, omnipotent goddess,

if this is one of the
rare times you're listening.

She's not quite
functional enough for this
type of analysis yet.

Let me try.

It's an algorithm.

Let's see,
two columns.

The first is polynomials
describing
interstellar coordinates.

Hey. That's my girl.

I'm impressed.

Then every community on this
planet must have a way
station for global surveying.

That's right.
The adjoining column looks like

a set of polynomials describing
Seefra's fixed position.

Seefra-1 to
the Route of Ages.

Celine told me
her supervisors
were trying to alter

Seefra's planetary positioning.

By tapping into the
gravitational forces
at the gateway to the route.

That's risky,
but resourceful.

Only problem, critical
information's missing

where the two halves broke.

It would have to be estimated.

And?

Well, that's enough
missing information

to leave too
many variables.

Even my beloved Doyle
couldn't calculate it
with reliable accuracy.

We could ask Celine.

She worked for these guys.

She would know what the missing
equations were, right?

She's in no shape,
not right now.
A cerebral-memory boost--

That would kill her.

Death's just
a probability,

and you do realize, Dylan,
she's already dying.

We aren't here to
hurry that along.

We're here to free her
from the loop.

Which we can't understand--
She's a living being,
not a means to an end.

She's just
stating the facts.

Doyle, I'm sorry.

We just don't have
a lot of time.

Well, then, we're going
to need a lot of luck.

Have the suns set?

Not yet.

And people still remember you...

At least for a little while.

Where is he?

He's with Harper and Doyle.

They're trying to decipher
the Methus diagram
from the crystal.

I have to help them while--

No, he wants you to rest
while you still can.

I remember the moments
leading up to the time loop
like it was yesterday.

But that part of my brain
that did the calculations,

played with algorithms
in my sleep,

are as damaged by time
as that crystal.

You're much too young
to understand.

I understand perfectly.

Sometimes, I think
it would be easier

not knowing what
you were capable of.

Did that work at all?

I don't know what you did,
but I feel stronger.

I don't know
how long it will last.

I just wish I could do more.
You know what I mean?

That we do what we can?
Yeah.

Let me get this straight.
Guy says to his food server,

"What's this bug doing
in my astral gruel?"

Food server says,
"The backstroke."

Yes! You get it!

But bugs can't swim.

Unless you're talking
water bugs,

but they're walking
on surface tension,
so, technically,

they're not swimming.
Listen.

You're being
too literal.

Like the server.

He's too literal when
he answers the question,

"What is the bug doing?"
when all the guy wants to know
is how it got there.

Um, it's a...
A play on words,

A reversal of expectations.

You think the server's
going to say one thing,
he says another.

Like talking with you.
Exactly,

and that's why I'm so funny.

Look, if you wanted me to
get jokes, you should've
given me a sense of humor.

Tell me about it.
Like, I have
the same problem

With the algae farmer and
his daughter, the zinc
merchant sleeps in the barn.

So what?

All right, here's an easy one,

I say, "Knock-knock,"
you say, "Who's there?", okay?

Knock-Knock.
Who's there?

Orange.
The color?

No, no, you say,
"Orange who?"
Orange who?

Orange you glad to see me?

Oh, it's like the
banana in the pocket joke.

"You're glad
to see me."

Uh, well, no.
Yes and no.

Okay. I get it. I have a
knock-knock joke for you.

Okay.

Knock-knock.
Who's there?

Doyle.

Doyle who?

No. "Doyle."

Get it?

Celine, no.

Let me use what
little time I have.

That data pad, you've got the
Methus diagram on it. Show me.

You need to rest.

Dylan, It'll sap
my strength faster
to fight you,

but fight you, I will.

We've divided
the diagram
into sections.

Portal coordinates on the right,
power components on the left.

All we need to do
is link the algorithms.

It looks familiar.

I just...

I hate that I can't remember.

Cerebral acceleration?

You can do that?

No. We rejected that idea.

If that could stimulate
the left hemisphere
of my cerebrum--

Rejected. It's too dangerous.

It's starting all over.

I'll get you
out of this.
I promise.

There's only one way out.

The other side of eternity.

I will get you out.

Look, I was trapped in time
once myself, and--

Trapped and asleep.

Not wide awake,
suffocating by loneliness.

It's no use.

We have to keep
starting over,

and soon I won't be able to.

I won't forget this time.

You can't promise.

I can. I did.

Celine?

Celine?

Footprints of a ghost.

Well, not if my notes
and the Methus diagram
are to be believed.

Not yet, anyway.

You like her.

Like her...

I can't remember her.

Although, when
I do look at this,

I feel something.

Well, feelings
are real, Dylan,

and every association
changes an outcome.

She'll be back.

I hope so,

because she's the key
to turning
this planet around.

I've got it.
I've got it.

It came to me in my dreams.
I guess genius
never sleeps.

What looks like
the Harper sleeping is
really greatness at work.

True, I almost
finished breakfast

by the time I realized
the note I'd left myself

reading, "Remember Celine,"

was not referring
to what I'd hoped.

However, the
important thing is...
The upshot, Mr. Harper?

Slipstream.
Andromeda,

pretty, pretty please
pull up source code

for the Slipstream
navigation system

and compare it
with the Methus diagram.

Slipstream nav system located.

Linking sequence complete.

Well, well, well...

Looks like these supervisors
found a way to factor Slipstream
into their algorithm.

How better to steer a way
to the Route of Ages?

You have to sleep on the job
more often, Mr. Harper.
Thank you. I'll try.

Now all we have to do
is translate this and

shift Seefra-1
back to her proper orbit.

But we might need
a little help with that.

Celine.

All right, Celine.

I'm on time,

and this is where
you said you'd be.

Dylan!

Hello.

I think I know you better
than I think I do.

Yes, you do.

Welcome back.

And you thought
only the Vedran code
could break the loop.

We haven't
broken the loop
until you're free.

Come inside.
No.

To the lab. All the
answers are all there.

Not when you're this weak.

I've made up my mind,

and I'm doing the
cerebral acceleration.

Can't risk your
life like that.

My life is over every day.

If you really
want to free me,

you might have to let me die.

I don't want to lose you.

I failed to help
Seefra once, Dylan.

Maybe I can do it now.

Please.

Please.

Let's go.

We better hustle.

Word gets out we're down
in this mole hole, we'll be
seriously outnumbered.

Especially if Harper and
Doyle screwed it up.

Beka, your back!

Yeah, I'd say
word's out.

Anyway, maybe you two
should go ahead.

Yeah.

We'll play welcome committee.

It's now
or never.
I want now.

All right.
Let's do this.

Hey, nice to, uh,
meet you, again.

I guess. Welcome to your lab.

Everything's up
and running.

With a little help
from your ID code.

I never thought I'd be happy
to see this place again.

I knew the minute I saw you
that you were my answer.

It'll work.

I know it will.

All right, this halo

will help your brain create
a virtual bridge between
the crystal halves

by boosting your
cognitive functions.

Let's hope there're
still some left.

You'll feel some pressure
when we infuse the
cerebral nano-boosters.

That was easy. Hmm.

Okay. We're online now.

Ready.

Yeah. Real easy.

Celine...

Celine!

Celine!

Shut it down!
That's enough.
No.

Check her vitals.

Her internal systems
are holding.

Magnify the center point of the
panel where it's been linked.

200%.

I got your back, Beka.

How did you bridge
the algorithm?

We just ran what we had
in our Vedran archives.
Did it work?

No, but it...
It's close.

Do we still have
the source code

for the Slipstream navs?

"I" equals 1,
minus omega-Squared
over "R" cubed.

Right.

They went too far.

They tried to use
the flux component

to seal the portal
from this end.

But it sealed both ends.

No, it just fractured
the gravitational field
of Seefra's orbit.

That's why they couldn't
control the planetary shift.

And that's why you got
caught in a loop.

Harper, adjust the gap flux
by two nanojoules.

Right.

Celine?

I'm done.

Celine!

But I wouldn't trade
the time with you.

Her vitals are dropping!

Boss! It's working.

Finally, some fun.

So, uh, now what?
We just toss her in?

No, we go back to
where it all started.

Come on.

This is where she arrived.

The portal's coordinates.
Directly above the lab.

No wonder her
time loop
started here.

Where are we?

At the end,
a new beginning.

For you, anyway.

The portal...

You did it, Celine.

You wrote yourself
a one-way ticket
out of the loop.

You can go back now,

back to your life.

This one.

I want to stay here with you.

You'd die.

You know that.

You don't have a future

unless you go back
and stay back.

I loved you then.

I love you now.

I'm not opposed to that.

Celine...

Tell them about Witchhead.

They still have time.

And the Magog World ship,
you have to warn everyone.

Oh, ah, Celine!

Uh, wait...

Here. A souvenir.

It was just causing me
trouble anyway.

You're going to
get a sore neck.

I, uh... I just figured
if she was coming back...

She would've arrived
approximately
60 seconds ago.

It's a new day, Dylan,
and she's free.

She's out of the loop,
or else we all
would have forgotten.

Or so we hope.

Come on. Buck up.
The last thing you need
in your life right now

is another beautiful,
brainy blonde.

Yeah, that's the
last thing I need.

What was that?

It felt like
a planetary shift.

It sounded
like thunder.

Rain, baby!

Oh, yeah! That's what
I'm talking about.

Whoo!

Rain.

Have a good future, Celine.