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Roswell, New Mexico...

Jones said, once you've gathered

all the pieces, Liz Ortecho
will bring the alighting.

This is a method
of transportation?

I'm thinking about a lot
that would prevent him

and his followers
from ever using it.

That's what
Jones wanted from Liz.

He thought that she could
pick that lock.

Clyde, he's a true believer.

He didn't need
his precious savior

to warp his mind into obeying.

All right, look, whatever

your problem is
with me and my father,

it's got nothing to do with her.

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

This isn't over.

Given I now have
the means to finish

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

I sense your nerves.

You needn't be afraid.

I see great potential in you.

Tonight, you become
a child of Ophiuchus.

Like this precious flower

that grows from the ashes
of our people.

Some believe that

it is our spirit
blossoming anew.

Like this flower,

we will rise
from the ashes of Oasis

and ascend

to a greater purpose.

I want nothing more.

My life was meaningless
before your teachings.

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

Uh, what is that, my savior?

A chance to evolve.

No doubt you've heard
the stories

of how I used science
to enhance my abilities.

As one of
my most loyal acolytes,

I would like you to join
my inner circle

and share this gift

with you.

Why me?

I never even formed
my own Triad.

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

This Ophiuchan mark
forges a bond between us

that allows you to draw
on my strength.

That is the sacrifice
I will make for you.

And there will come a time

when I will require a sacrifice
from you in return.

Welcome to my family.

Yo, teach.

We open in 30.

Mind if I clear this booth
before the morning rush?

Vanessa, don't touch my stuff.

Relájate.

What is all this anyway?

You wouldn't understand,
even if you tried.

We're closed.

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

I can't remember
the genome sequence

to rapid amplification...

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

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

I don't have time for this.

Well, make time, Liz.

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

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

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

that you slept or thought about
anything other than science?

How about you focus
on your own recovery.

Are you joking?

Oh, my God.
What is this?

Some sort of intervention?
She's being melodramatic.

She's not the only one
worried about you.

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

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

Must not be that bad, right?
Otherwise,

Maria would be here. She wanted to be.

She's keeping watch
at Alien-henge

in case someone tries
to phone home.

Guerin and Alex
would've been here, too,

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

Which is why I am working
to pull them out.

God, I just need to take

a little bit longer,
and then I'll be fine...

Yeah, a little bit
turns into a lot, Liz.

You keep feeding the fix

until there's nothing
left to feed.

Come with us to Deep Sky.

We'll set you up to detox.

I'm working
on a hybrid methadone

that'll help ease
the withdrawal symptoms.

No, no, just because you've done

a couple backdoor
alien surgeries does not mean

you understand
what I'm doing, Kyle.

I just watched

the most irredeemable person
you can imagine

find her second act.

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

I am working on this

to protect us from threats
she set in motion.

And Clyde,

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

What are these equations, Liz?

Clyde is interested
in harnessing your abilities.

And since you gave them up,
I am charting

the nucleotides
in your triple helix to see

if I can fight fire
with actual fire.

Oh, by replicating
the blue flame in the lab.

Yes.

You're only going down

this spiral because I refused
to face my fears.

But this is so much worse.

I can't lose you, Liz.

So, if saving you
means getting my abilities back,

that's what I'm gonna do.

It's too late.

I used all the mist.

So we'll go to Senovative.

There's nothing
we can't overcome together.

You were my turquoise.
Now let me be yours.

Hey.

Use that supercharged brain
and think of all the scenarios.

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

I can't walk away.

Then walk towards us.

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

Bonnie and I have already
searched half the town

following my dad's clues.

Where could Alex be hiding?

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

we're kicking the search party
into high gear.

Maybe we should look for
some alien trees.

You know,
we're gonna need the fruit

to open the portal home.

And which home would that be?

You thinking about
making the jump to Oasis?

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

You can go apple picking
all you want,

but my priority

is Alex, so I'm gonna search
every damn level

of this inferno till I find him.

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

I'm so proud of you.

Look, I know that
the next few days

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

Can I have a few minutes?
Clear my head?

What's in the closet, Liz?

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

That's not what this is
about. Seriously, Liz?

I'm not ready.

There's too much at stake.

Give me the canister, Rosa,

or I will take it from you.

How's Tezca doing?

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

You know, she's processing years

of repressed traumatic memories,

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

She has a very good teacher.

Thank you.

Iz, I've been doing
some thinking,

and...
Me, too.

Yeah. Oh, sorry.
You go first.

Okay. Um...

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

but, since Mexico,
things between us

have kind of been...
Awkward.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Uncomfortable.

Stiff.

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

a different adjective
for that one, but...

Our friendship is
important to me. Yeah.

And I don't want us
to keep our distance

or act weird around
each other. No.

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

"drinking slash occasional
surgery" buddies?

Yes, absolutely.

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

That was exactly what
I was gonna say.

Okay.

Buddy.

Hey.

Are, uh, Liz and Rosa
not down yet?

No.

Hey, Liz?

Hey, what happened?

Max. Um...

Where's-where's Liz?

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

and then we started
arguing, and...

it's gone, so she must've

knocked me out with that lamp,
I guess, and...

Max, she wasn't ready.

She's relapsed.

No signs of head trauma
from what I can see.

Why does my brain still feel
like scrambled eggs?

The CT scans will show us more,

but you should take it easy
for a while.

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

Never trust the word
of an addict.

Hey, Max will find her.

Yeah, but, I mean,

a sponsor should be
on solid ground.

Maybe Liz was right.

I'm so early into my recovery.

I mean, how can you start

your new life when your old one
feels impossible to shake?

Liz's failures are not yours.

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

Roswell will remind you
of who you were,

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

Hmm.

Is that how you felt coming back
from the motherland?

Because Maria told me that
the Valenti family reunion

turned a little picante

when Isobel showed
up in Car eyes. Yeah.

Well, feelings were confessed,

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

That's odd.

Your scans show no sign
of a concussion.

That doesn't make sense.

If there's nothing wrong
with my brain,

why can't I remember
what happened?

Maybe it's not human science

we should be looking at.

Finally, she awakens.

Where's my sister?

Still at that
mockery of a diner,

I presume.

You're the only Ortecho I need.

What is this place?

This mine shaft
is under farmland

that was owned by
Mr. Jones himself in 1947.

This flower grew
from his remains.

Here, where Jones first began
our quest home,

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

And by Liz Ortecho'shands,

the alighting will begin.

Alex? Alex?

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

He could live off of
buttered popcorn

and pineapple gummy bears
for weeks.

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

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

If it storms in here,
maybe Alex sought shelter.

Come on.

No. It's not here.

Hey, hold up.

Is that alien glass?

Maybe my dad left
another message.

What was that?

Uh...

Maybe I tripped a wire
or something.

I'll get us out of here.

It's not working.

Wait, these old shipping
containers are coated in lead.

That means electromagnetic waves
can't pass through them.

What does that mean?

When I first got inducted
into the pod squad,

Michael told me that
our powers are electromagnetic.

So we're trapped.

My savior set this plan
in motion many moons ago.

As soon as the ship
crashed in 1947,

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

Jones aligned himself with one
of the most esteemed scientists

on Oasis,

the traitor you call Theo.

Theo built the portal for Jones.

What he built was
purposely broken.

In his transmission from
the Lockhart machine,

my savior said your
brilliant mind could fix it.

I'm not an engineer.

My expertise
is limited to genetics.

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

This mark bonds
select members of Ophiuchus,

makes us a family.

But anyone who bears it
will never be able

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

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

This brand is infused
with Oasian glass.

It created a bond
that allowed me

to draw energy from my savior.

I need you to use
your genetic expertise

to counteract Theo's defenses.

And then you walk through
the liminal space

into a portal back to Oasis? No.

The liminal space was a trick

Theo created
to deceive my savior.

The only portal I need
is right here in Roswell.

I plug in the star map...

...set a course
for Oasis,

and I walk away from
this miserable rock for good.

How does that work exactly?

The only answers you need

lie in the traitor's bible.

I took the liberty of
translating the Oasian symbols

for you. Okay, why would I ever help you?

'Cause a certain
spitfire waitress's life

depends on it.

Vanessa.

That's how you kidnapped me.

You mind-controlled her.

She sure works around
a lot of knives.

It'd be a real shame

if she suddenly got the impulse
to slit her wrists.

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

Excuse you.

That wasn't finished.

Liz give you those?

Insisted against it, actually.

I made an executive decision.

My team relocated them
this morning.

So you stole them. Liz was being illogical.

Your eggs are much safer here.

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

I'm gonna call them now,
actually,

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

I think you'll find out

your chief of security has taken
a temporary leave of absence.

Isobel Evans, chief of security.

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

I'm looking for Liz.

Well, you won't find her here.

My mentee abandoned me
on the brink

of an incredible discovery.

More like on the brink
of self-destruction.

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

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

This is a drug bust.

I just want what's mine. Au contraire.

That's my proprietary formula.

Made with my pods. They're not iPhones.

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

who would be
very, very interested

in the secrets
you're keeping here.

You are not the only one
with friends

in high places, Sheriff.

One phone call to
Director Whitman at the Bureau,

and your secrets
are also exposed.

Well, then let's end
this chess match.

One canister.

That is all I'm asking.

Here I was thought
you wanted to flush

your girlfriend's pills
down the toilet,

but you want the mist
for yourself.

Let me guess.

Now that the mist
has unburdened Liz

of her irrational emotions,

she finally sees you
for who you are:

Dead weight.

If that's how you see
relationships, it's no mystery

why Allie disappeared
into Mexico.

You're not exactly a
qualified couples therapist.

Therapy's for dwelling
in the past.

I prefer the future.

Care to know
what's in store for you?

So you're a psychic now? Better.

That mist has made my brain
capable of running simulations

that would give a supercomputer
a migraine.

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

Maybe you'd like to join it!

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

Equal and opposite reactions.
Cause and effect.

Our entire lives
written into our very DNA

before we even take
a first step.

One big chain reaction
leading to one

inevitable conclusion.

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

Wow.

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

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

so give me the mist.

Your sister may be able
to restrain one guard,

but can she take on all four?

Theo's equations
are entirely theoretical.

T-To understand
the practical components,

I need my equipment
at Senovative.

If I could call Shivani...

And let you run straight back
into the arms of Clone-Cop?

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

per our savior's instructions.

Unless there's

something else
from Senovative you crave?

Weren't you and your sister
bickering over this?

Evolution in one breath.

That's quite a novel approach

to improving your kind's
deficiencies.

You know, the savior
also sought science to ascend.

I am nothing like Jones.

He was a monster

whose greed
destroyed everyone in his world,

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

Ophiuchus teaches us
that the only true monsters

are those who sit
on the sidelines

and refuse their purpose.

From what I gather,

you and I have found
a common ground.

I took the mist
to protect my friends.

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

In fact, I encourage
you to embrace it.

Besides, what other
option is there?

And you're sure this short-term
memory loss isn't a by-product

of Liz's drug and ditch?

I tripled-checked my work.

Oh, no, of course you did.

I know that you're
very good at your job.

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

like, doubting me in any
way. No, of course I wouldn't

doubt you.
I trust you with my life.

Right. Not to make this
all about me,

but my memory loss
seems to clearly be

a non consensual close encounter

of the third kind,
so could you just

hop in my mind and see
what happened? Yeah.

Of course. Sorry.

Cool if I join?

Just figured we should

all know
what we're dealing with.

Oh.We should all know, yes.

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

Give me the canister, Rosa,

or I will take it from you.

You might be the brains
of the family,

but I'm the brawn. Try me.

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

I can't let you leave.

Oh, my God.
What did you do?

Not that one.

Forget.

Liz didn't ditch.
Clyde took her.

Okay, we have to go
to the Crash down.

Help!

Michael! Somebody, help us!

You might want to try
and save your strength.

How can you be so calm?

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

in here in the first place.

I've become so obsessed

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

that I'm falling
for ACME booby traps.

Well, we do
crazy things for family.

I used to be a preacher.

You know, God was my shepherd.

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

If my dad's plan
for me keeps putting

people that I care about
in danger,

how can I place faith in that?

The good shepherd lays down
his life for the sheep.

You're quoting Scripture
at me now?

Well, our Triad
used a revivalist church

as home base.

I'm a quick study.

Your dad did everything he could

to protect you from Jones,

to give you a future.

That sounds like
a pretty good shepherd to me.

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

Maybe we haven't found him
because he...

Alex isn't dead.

Hey, uh, don't go
blaming yourself.

You didn't put Alex
in that sinkhole.

Yeah, it may not be my fault,

but I still have to
make it right.

Alex and Michael
are each other's family.

We do crazy things for family.

My own mother disowned me.

When I thought that
I had finally found

what I was missing in Ophiuchus,
even they kept me at a distance.

The dictator wanted
to use my powers,

but he was afraid of them, too.

I never received the mark
of his followers,

his family.

Think you dodged a bullet there.

But more importantly,

the pod squad's your family now.

And they will welcome you

like a long-lost sibling...

when we get out of here.

Come on.

Michael! Michael!

Help! DALLAS: Hello?

Help!

Michael?

At least kiss me
before you bust my lip.

I cannot believe that
it's actually you.

I'm just so happy you found me.

I knew you had to
be here somewhere.

I'm here.

You're here.

Where is here exactly?

My dad created this space
as a kind of

inter-dimensional mousetrap for

Jones and his merry band
of followers.

Speaking of traps,

apparently he wasn't
the only one.

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

seemed like the perfect bait

in this lead-based
shipping container.

It was a perfect
premade Faraday cage.

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

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

I got to admit, I... I was

beginning to think
that I never would.

Then I remembered what you said.

No matter how far apart we are,

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

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

How'd you reach out
to her anyway?

Well, when I first got here,

I was looking
for anything familiar.

The diner, the gazebo,
this drive-in.

Everything was stuck
in the 1940s,

except for when
I got to our house.

It wasn't stuck
in Un-Pleasantville?

It was, but then I remembered

reading something
in the files at Deep Sky

about conscious communication
through realities.

I mean, it was
all theoretical until...

Until Maria made it real.

Yeah, I think
she was the conduit.

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

It was like she was shining
a spotlight on the world

that I so desperately wanted
to get back to.

I had to get my message across.

I had to get out of here.

Mm.

When did Hurricane Theo
appear on the radar?

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

but this storm is new.

I noticed a steep drop
in barometric pressure

last night. Have you seen any, um...

alien fruit
since you've been here?

I saw a grove

of weird-looking trees
about ten miles east. Why?

Turns out inter-dimensional
travel runs on green energy

and lots of it.

That fruit's our ticket out.

Okay, then I'll take you.

Well, can you make a map?

Dallas and I will go.

You two deserve a chance
to catch up.

What do you think you're doing?

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

and we need to figure out
an Earth equivalent.

I need ferric oxide, i.e. rust.

You want your damn tattoo
removed or not?

Need I remind you what happens
to Vanessa if you fail

to produce results?
It'll take me 33 minutes

and 29 seconds
to develop a serum

that'll circumvent
Theo's defenses,

give or take the ten seconds
I just wasted

explaining it to you.

Pace yourself.

The mist isn't for me.

I created it by

genetically altering the enzymes
in an alien test subject,

and it's gonna help me
alter the mark.

I'm going to get the rust.

Your restraint is impressive.

Those overpowered by their vices

were a strain
on our civilization.

The savior mercifully put an end
to their misery.

But he spared your life?

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

Fanaticism is no different.

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

because of your obsession
with Jones's cult.

You will return to Oasis alone,

no Triad.

I am never alone.

My savior is always with me.

How does he still have
a hold on you

even in death?

Ophiuchus was a method
of manipulation.

Jones created a religion

of corrupted ideas
to amass power,

and that mark on your shoulder,

it's a brand,
because he owns you

like cattle.

This is the symbol for
the children of Ophiuchus.

Designed by
a self-serving father.

He told you
it would make you stronger,

but the truth is
he was leeching off of

his chosen people.

Bonnie saw the truth.

Tezca broke free from his lies.

You can, too.

They were traitors.

They were your friends once.

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

You have 33 minutes

and 29 seconds
to finish this job,

or else Vanessa goes splat
off that roof.

Vanessa, get down! Whoa.

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

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

Okay, just take it easy.

Stop, stop! He said...

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

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

Any ideas? Liz figured out
that resonate frequencies

can break psychic tethers
and, with four roommates,

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

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

because I'm afraid to try.

Give it a shot.

I'm almost locked in.

The frequency's destabilizing.

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

Ooh.

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

Yeah.

Who needs a sunset
when you got permanent midnight

under a starless sky?

No, I mean just
being here together.

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

You're calling that a date?

I seem to remember you
telling me off

about some stolen copper wire.

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

What about our relationship
ever has been?

All of these restless
nights, I just

sat looking at
this blank screen,

imagining that this nightmare
was just a movie

about star-crossed lovers.

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

and I could
picture you perfectly

on the other side
doing the same.

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

I was dreaming of going home...

...but I forgot
where home really is.

See, I met this guy...

What?
You met a guy?

Not like that.
Clyde. He's an alien.

And he-he showed me Oasis.

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

Go back to your planet.

I told myself I was just
milking him for information.

But the truth is I was tempted.

I hate myself for letting
that fantasy distract

from we have built together
on our planet.

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

because I know you, Michael.

You've been searching
for home since we met.

Look, Oasis, Roswell...

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

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

...I will never
look away.

So, this movie...

...how does it end?

Pick your favorite sci-fi trope.

We could, um,
detonate the asteroid

heading towards Earth,

shut down the giant lizard
destroying the city,

or it can end with a twist.

Michael Guerin...

...will you marry me?

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

I couldn't wait.

We've already spent
too much time apart.

So?

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

Yes.

Yes.

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

I love you, too.

How far did you say
those trees were?

Like, ten miles.

Yeah, we could work with that.

Whoa.

I got to wait
till the honeymoon?

No. It's just, um...

If this is
an alternate dimension,

the amount of energy that
it would take to build it

would border on atomic fission.

And like nuclear power,

it would have
unintended consequences.

Radiation.

The gas mask.

I felt nauseous
as soon as I got here.

Did you?
Dallas, Bonnie?

Okay, so it's only humans.

Which is why Theo
didn't realize.

Realize what?
What are you saying?

The gas mask helped
with the nausea,

but it-it couldn't stop this.

I think I'm dying.

This is where Liz is?
Yeah.

I mean, Tezca said Clyde was
Ophiuchus's most loyal disciple.

I don't think he could
resist a pilgrimage

to the mecca of Jones.

Cults do love a farm.

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

right now might be
the time to, um,

huff the magic dragon.

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

Oh, God, I'm sorry.

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

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

So...

I just can't lose her, Iz.

We're gonna find her.

Once injected, this serum
will disable the tech

in your alien rune
and will allow you

to walk through the portal
back to Oasis.

Yeah, those, uh, trembling hands

won't be doing anything.

How do I know
you haven't deceived me?

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

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

but this is the only way
to protect your legacy.

You! You'll pay
for crossing Ophiuchus!

Was that your idea of an escape? LIZ: No.

It's a distraction.

You were right not to trust me.

The mist was synthesized
from Bonnie's virus,

and by reverse engineering
the chemical structure,

I was able to mimic
her abilities

and render you powerless.

Liz.

I got you.

I'm never gonna leave your side.

You saved me.

No.

You saved yourself.

I was just there
to catch your fall.

Does Rosa hate me?

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

Oh, Kyle's putting

the finishing touches
on his detox stuff,

and Rosa's waiting in the wings.

You know, when you stood up

and faced your fears
this morning...

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

But the mist had opened

my mind up to endless
possibilities, and I...

I just...
I thought I could use it

to outsmart him. I know.

I'm sorry.

I pushed you all away. I just...

I don't want
to lose myself anymore.

And I don't want to lose you.

Well...

I ain't going anywhere.

All right?

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

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

Get some rest, okay?

Tomorrow is a new day.

These...

should help ease her withdrawal

for a couple of hours.

Okay.

Then I'll take it from there.

There's only so much
that medicine can do,

even the alien kind.

After that, we'll
take it day by day.

Sounds like someone's
back in the sponsor saddle.

Mm-hmm.

For as long as it takes.

What about New York?

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

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

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

I can be a little bit patient.

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

Hmm.

With a certain green-eyed
alien warrior goddess

who would give Gamora
a run for her money.

Isobel and I are just friends.

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

Because the start of that whole

mindscape trip
was hell a awkward.

Look, I get what it's like

to put a cage around your heart.

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

So what do I do, then?

I already told her
where I stand.

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

Hey, brother.

Hey, sis.

Any, uh, sign of Clyde?

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

which shaft
he'd hunkered down in.

By the time I got there,

all that was left
was a severed hand.

So, this isn't over, then.

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

What about that mist?

I will find a way,
with or without it.

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

I cannot let that happen again.

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

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

No, that's terrifying.

Or, uh...

you and Kyle.

Why did it take him
closing the door

for me to realize that...

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

So what's stopping you?

I mean, doors are
a part of a relationship.

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

I don't know.

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

He made it pretty clear

that I had, uh...
missed my moment.

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

They're built over a lifetime.

I refuse to believe
it's too late, for either of us.

I should've told you right away.

I just didn't want
to ruin this moment.

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

Are you gonna say anything?

What do you want me to say?

Five minutes ago, I was
imagining wedding vows,

and now you want me
to write a eulogy.

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

wallowing in the inevitable.

I want to marry you.

Did you find the fruit?

The trees were burned down.

We're stuck here.

Dallas can marry us right now.

Please.
We're running out of time.

We have a situation at the gate.

Come on. Let's go.

Who are you?

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

You're one of them.

What do you want?

We can begin with that mist.

You've lost your powers.

It appears the great Liz Ortecho

wasn't worthy
of my savior's faith,

but I believe that we...

can succeed where she failed.

Why would I help you?

Because...

I can bring your daughter back.