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Previously on Quantum League.

I found something seriously wrong with the quantum processing chip that your boss built for me.

Chip is transmitting Sikis code out of HQ presumably back then.

There was some rules.

We'll get through it together.

Your agent Robert Cook from Project Sign.

Anna, isn't it?

I believe in all kinds of impossible things.

You try explaining a yo-yo to somebody who doesn't know what they are.

Centrivical force, angular momentum.

That would have been considered witchcraft 100 years ago.

I'm sorry, Israel.

You have to find it.

Before they can.

We're going to find it together.

Okay?

It's hold on.

Hold on Lawrence.

Beth.

Find ya.

Lawrence.

Lawrence.

Lawrence.

Lawrence.

Lawrence.

Is anybody seen magic?

It's not in his office.

Uh, he's taken a personal day.

The magic doesn't take for some of the days.

Maybe that last leap shook him up.

I mean, after everything he's been through.

No.

I spoke to him.

He's done for me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I spoke to him.

He's done for me.

In the meantime, we need a schedule to decide who's next on Hall of Ram Ditty.

One, two, three.

I'm sorry.

I don't know.

I don't know why he keeps losing.

He ain't always go paper.

That's not how statistical probability works.

It's not.

Oh, look, I got him.

I got him.

What happened?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I just had a signal.

Yeah.

Did we lose him?

Like, lose him?

No, no, no.

This looks like it's an internal system error.

Um.

Uh, I am going to go and check the backup servers,

but I will be right back.

You move fast when you want to.

I'm so sure he wants to tell them.

You're not going to do that, you.

Not when I'm your only chance of getting your system back online.

Look, what do you want?

My employer provided a prototype under the condition

that you would share any data you collected while using it.

I will deliver what I promised.

Okay, but right now, I mean that quantum chip reactivated.

It is an emergency.

I'd love to help, but the Chipper Choirs authorization

codes every 24 hours to stay active

and seeing as how you locked us out.

You were stealing data.

No, we were collecting that which we were entitled to collect.

You made the deal, Ian.

How about this?

Tell me we have an agreement.

And as a show of good faith, I'll reactivate the chip

for the rest of the day.

Well, you're a long way from California, Professor McCoy.

You're also the last one to see the victim alive.

I told you.

Professor Lawrence had already been attacked when I got here.

He said the killer had cold blue eyes.

Oh, they were cold.

Well, that helps narrow it down.

See, what I still don't understand is what you were doing on campus

alone at four in the morning.

Sorry, I'm late.

Technical difficulties.

Miss McCoy, you got any communist ties?

What?

Oh, I don't mean to bargain up the wrong tree.

Before he became a professor, Sergeant McCoy

served in the Eighth Airborne Division during World War II.

Multiple tours in Normandy.

Mr. McCoy?

You can address me as Sergeant.

I earned that distinction after serving in Normandy.

Where did you serve?

Derrick Wayne, apparently.

We appreciate your service, but that doesn't change the fact

that you're a material witness to a homicide.

I'm going to ask you not to leave town.

Is that all for now?

Ooh.

Normandy.

Oh, welcome to Princeton, New Jersey.

It's 1955.

You're visiting physics professor and already a suspect

in an unsolved murder.

Wait a minute.

Princeton, 1955?

Jen, we are in the most exciting place at the most exciting time

in American scientific history.

All of the greatest minds are working here right now, including...

Albert Einstein, your hero.

We know.

You've earned many a lunch with your dissertations on the father of space.

Space time, relativity, quantum entanglement.

Einstein is the reason I fell in love with physics in the first place.

And I have a chance to meet him.

Oh, sorry, Ben.

It's May 15th. Einstein died a month ago.

Oh.

Hold up.

Hold up.

That might be related to the reason why you're here.

Einstein's death?

It seems the late Professor Lawrence wrote several letters to Professor McCoy.

That's you, asking you to help him look for a missing formula

that was created by Albert Einstein.

Jen, no.

I read every single paper published by Albert Einstein, every historical record,

every biography, and there's nothing about some missing formula.

Maybe he was working on a top secret project.

Come on.

What are the questions?

Who with the atomic energy commission?

Would you come with us, please?

My under arrest?

Quite the opposite.

We need your help.

Is that who I think it is?

Yeah.

Is that my blood?

Another leaper?

Like Martinez?

We're not detecting a quantum anomaly.

No, that's Hannah Carson, the one we met in New Mexico six years ago.

Then when you told to come here to Princeton,

what are the odds of me crossing past with the same person at two different leaks?

I mean, I'm not Ian's.

I don't have, like, a weirdly exact number for you,

or crazy slim.

Maybe the accelerator just decided you needed a friend.

We'll take it from here.

Professor Lauren said we could trust you.

It goes without saying everything you see here is highly classified.

Chad, this is Project Matterhorn,

the government program that conducted top secret thermonuclear research.

Oh, it's about to tell you that.

Wait, why am I whispering?

Professor?

Ready for a glimpse of the future.

Futures that steam-punk hamster maze?

The accelerator.

I remember reading about this.

In letters, Lauren's told me you were working on the cutting edge of nuclear fusion.

Yes.

These twisting magnetic coils allow us to stimulate plasma particles

that could, in theory, generate limitless clean energy one day.

Do you have the time?

Yeah.

Oh.

Oh.

Sorry.

That never gets old.

Oh.

You'll have to excuse my research assistant.

She is a kid in a candy store.

I'm Dr. Carl Domevin, project supervisor here at Matterhorn.

Thank you for coming under such trying circumstances.

Trying circumstances, Professor McCore?

Professor Lawrence was a good man.

So sorry for your loss.

Sit, please.

That will be all, Miss Carson.

I'm under the impression Lawrence confided in you a great deal,

including his search for Einstein's formula.

Told you so.

He did mention it to me, but he was vague on specifics.

Before he died, Einstein had thrown himself into solving the problems of nuclear fusion,

of which there are many, and he solved them.

He did?

Yes.

Einstein sketched out a formula days before he died, but it was thought this work perished with him,

until Lawrence found the clue, which is when he reached out to me.

Whatever it was, Lawrence never shared it with any of us at Matterhorn.

He was waiting for you. Unfortunately, someone else got to him first.

They thought I had the formula.

That's what he said before he died.

Professor McCore, the public at large may not know what we do here at Matterhorn,

but I assure you our enemies do.

Soviets spies have been circling this project for quite some time.

I don't have to tell you that if the Soviets find that formula,

they will gain limitless power overnight, and the United States will be quite literally left in the dark.

Do you think you can locate it?

McCoy failed in the original timeline, but Zee says there's a 97% chance

you're here to finish the job.

Lawrence was my friend, and Einstein has been my obsession.

If that formula is here, I'll find it.

You can't do that.

Fellowes only? Relax. I just saved you a day's work.

What was that, Bob?

NAS Fellowships, it's a total boys club. They sit around all day pretending to be brilliant and collect fat research grants.

Right. National Academy of Sciences, guessing women like yourself for it.

Fast over, repeatedly, but my day will come.

In the meantime, if you need any help getting around campus, I am available.

I'm finishing a paper, but otherwise.

What are you researching?

Untangling the theory of quantum entanglement.

Don't know if it's going to help me get a publish to the end of this quarter.

I'm going to get my boys club.

That's great, Hannah.

Did I tell you my name?

No, Professor Lawrence wrote about you in his letters.

He said you were quite brilliant.

Apparently you're from New Mexico?

Yeah, it's a crazy story, actually.

Anyway, I'm here if you need me. Good luck. Professor McCoy.

Thanks.

Ben, I'm looking at that paper she mentioned. Hannah's name isn't on it.

In fact, it's not on anything that was published.

She was a Donovan for years, and he just keeps taking the credit.

The hell with that?

Don again?

I said I could use your help with that.

This, my search for Einstein's formula.

It would be an unofficial capacity.

We would share the credit for any discoveries made 50-50.

Two words on stone, I like slab.

You want to share credit with me? You don't even know me.

Well, fair is fair.

And, like I said, Lawrence was a fan, so I figured it might help open some doors.

Yeah, it would open every door.

Thank you.

I, uh...

I just... Professor, this is gonna sound strange, but have we met before?

No. No.

No, just one of those faces.

Okay, then.

Uh, this formula. Where do you want to start?

Lawrence wrote to me that he found a clue about the formula's location,

but I have no idea where this clue could be.

Hmm. You want my scientific opinion?

Please.

We search his apartment.

Genius.

Uh, is anybody else's brain melting with the possibilities here?

I mean, if Ben discovers the secret to fusion in 1955,

won't that massively change the course of the 20th century?

No more gas pumps. No more global warming.

Magic picked a hell of a day to take off.

This is the butterfly effect to end all butterfly effects.

Our cars can be flying by the time this is over.

Let's forget the flying cars and focus on how we pan.

Starting with, who else is looking for the formula in 1955?

Who's Ian?

Uh, they're trying to figure out what caused that glitch this morning.

Okay. Okay, I can do this.

I will start looking through the old intelligence archives

and see what I can find on Russian spies at Princeton.

Is it weird seeing your old stomping grounds?

I'm not a girl until 50 years later.

A lot of change by then.

Amidits. You're still going to bring back memories?

Let me know if Ben finds anything.

Someone's a step ahead of us.

Well, if Lawrence found something important,

you would have hidden it somewhere only you could find it.

Any ideas?

Huh.

We served together.

Lawrence talked about you.

You told me you saved his life.

Is that how you were injured?

Oh, I'm sorry. That was none of my business.

Ben, I'm looking at Lawrence and McCoy's military records.

The Eighth Airborne Division had a code name.

Pathfinder.

Pathfinder.

That's German for solitude.

And that's Al's handwriting.

Hang on, did you just refer to the father of relativity as Al?

You knew him?

Well, we only met a few times.

But yes, he was quite fun, actually.

Wait, I recognize this window.

Oh, no. Ben?

It's in the physics library.

Einstein's telling us where to look, Hannah.

This is fantastic.

Opposite.

Opposite of fantastic finding that clue just altered the entire timeline.

Come on. I'll take you there.

Ben.

Hannah's going to die tonight.

Professor?

You coming?

Provide anything?

Wow, we're in the right place.

Maybe the formula isn't one of the books.

No wonder Lawrence needed my help.

Needle, meet, hasteck.

Well, I'm sorry. This section of the library is closed.

oh, Professor McCoy's here on behalf of the Atomic Energy Commission.

How did you die?

Apparently there's like a freak lab accident

at Project Matterhorn tonight.

The reports indicate that Hannah was conducting

some kind of experiment.

The entire building went up and flames.

Then I'm calling off the search.

You can't.

Ziggy says our best chances of you leaving

are to find that formula.

Besides, you call the search now

and Hannah still dies in the accident.

Don't Ziggy, that makes no sense.

I asked for her help.

So whatever happens to her is my responsibility.

And hey, it's gonna be okay.

We'll fix this.

You know that, right?

What's going on?

I think she remembers me, Jen.

I know I'm in a different body,

but why she looks at me.

It's like she knows who I am.

Do you brought your phone in here?

Yeah, I need to step out for a bit.

Just find that formula

and keep Hannah away from the building tonight, okay?

I'll be back before you know it.

Jen.

There you are.

Okay, I bought us some time.

Where do you want to start?

Alphabetically?

Okay, let's go.

Jen, is everything okay?

There's a security issue.

Not even an issue, really.

I think.

Let's call it a thing.

I need to pretend too.

Well, that might be a second.

So I did get that wasn't a random glitch this morning?

No, we are in serious trouble.

Well, whatever you're doing, it's not enough by security.

I know.

I'm freaking out.

I don't know what to do.

Hey, you can't fix this on your own.

You don't have to.

You know, you need to talk to him, right?

Yeah.

I know.

Parfilles Mamba.

Mamba loves Mamba.

Look at him sway with it.

Get him so gay with it.

Shout no laver with it.

Wow.

Nothing.

Milan Albert, where did you hide this thing?

Professor, we're running out of time.

Oh.

OK, you went there.

Do you have any idea where they should be looking?

Actually, yes.

Tom decides the second floor.

I can't go back in there.

Ben made it very clear that he does not want me

as his hologram right now.

The magic's gone.

Ian's busy and Jen's doing something.

So.

No, bad idea.

No, it's a terrible idea.

Do you have a better one?

Hi, Ben.

Tom Westfall, Department of Defense.

Right, sorry.

I'm pinching for Jen.

She's tied up.

Thank you.

But no, thank you.

I don't need your help.

You can send anyone.

But literally anyone else.

You don't have anyone else.

Look, I know this is all courtous help, but I was a student here.

I think I can help you find what you're looking for.

Oh, really?

Did you find a 50-year-old formula while you and your friends

were playing beer pong in here?

No.

But I did find a secret room on the second floor.

Gonna hate it if you're right.

What are we looking for?

Legend has it back in the 1800s.

There were secret societies who

was meet inside this library.

Apparently, they built a head and chamber

into the foundation.

An al-wrote solitude under a sketch.

Maybe he was working somewhere.

No one could find him.

This is it.

Let's try pulling some of these books.

Wait, wasn't this one?

It's up here somewhere.

Maybe we should split up.

Okay.

How do you forget a secret room?

It was garbage.

Right, mine.

Oh, you mean you were up here getting high with your friend, buddy?

No.

I was getting high.

I was getting high.

I was my future wife.

What?

Wait, you're married?

Okay.

Fossil arm, we're all go.

Whoa.

Is Tom in with Ben?

I thought you were with Edison.

Yeah.

And it is going great so far.

My wife died six years ago.

Cancer.

Do you mind if we get back to trying to find this formula?

Professor?

Now we're looking in the right place.

Let me try something.

It's on the other side.

The answer is, play must change in the next 50 years.

That's why I couldn't find him.

Okay.

If I were Albert Einstein, how would I open a secret door?

How long time do you have?

Half past four.

You two.

Just clock is three minutes fast.

Time is relative.

After you.

Cozy.

Wait, that's Al's.

He used to bring it into the Matterhorn offices.

It's in German.

But I can translate it.

And I get some more light.

Yeah.

What does this say?

Ben, I've got a blue eyed Caucasian male coming this way.

And he has a knife.

How do you know that?

And he comes through the door.

Grab his wrist and redirect the knife into a shoulder.

I know how to do that.

Remember, I'm not a soldier.

Yes, you are.

Why are you saying that?

I'm not a soldier.

I'm not a soldier.

I'm not a soldier.

I'm not a soldier.

I'm not a soldier.

I'm not a soldier.

I'm not a soldier.

I'm not a soldier.

I'm not a soldier.

I'm not a soldier.

Give me the book or you both die.

Okay.

McCoy.

You're okay?

Yeah.

We have to get out of here.

Grab his legs.

Ben.

You're not.

Oh, it's a joke.

Yeah.

Okay.

Call 911.

911?

Yeah, dial the operator.

Tell them we need police and fire here immediately.

How did you know he was coming?

Yeah, my army training.

I could hear his boots coming from him.

Mile away.

Okay.

Looks like old blue eyes here might be the man who killed Lawrence.

And I'm not sure you're dealing with the Russians.

You did great.

Really?

The timeline just updated.

Thanks to Ben and Hannah, House Ericsson was charged and convicted in the murder of Professor Lawrence.

Lifetime sentence.

House Ericsson.

What do you know about him?

He's German, came from Berlin to the US on a chemical engineering scholarship.

Any tattoos?

Yeah, actually.

That is a Nazi symbol.

Wait.

The Nazis are after this formula?

Are we in the wrong decade?

Two deep dion operation paperclip.

I'm going to call the DOD and I'll get everything declassified.

Operation paperclip?

After World War II, the United States went to Germany and recruited thousands of

scientists and engineers to serve American interests.

We gave the Nazis jobs?

On US oil.

Hang on, you said there were thousands.

It means we have no idea how many Ben is up against.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, General.

We should have access in the fall soon.

Hey.

I heard you tell Ben about Kate.

I'm so sorry.

I...

I did not think about that when I asked you to go in there.

It was a record.

Besides, it's just a place.

Hey.

I lost Ben hearing about your grieving process really helped me through my own.

But since we've been together, you've stopped talking about Kate.

I want you to know that you can, especially when you're walking around the place where you two met.

I appreciate that.

But if I don't, it's just because you're on mission.

It doesn't help me to focus on the past right now.

Mind if I fix myself a drink?

It's not every day someone tries to kill me.

Can you make that, too?

Sure.

How's the German coming?

Oh, it's incredible.

Einstein's writing about his dreams, his fears.

It's like being inside that big, beautiful brain of his guy wanted to be just like him.

Me, too.

To Elle.

To Elle.

Read me something from the journal.

Okay.

Well, Elle was wrestling with some premonitions.

Mankind's innovations, absent of conscience.

Only brings us closer to catastrophe.

Well, yeah.

Oh.

That's funny.

This entire page is written in Greek.

Looks like it's some kind of poem.

No. I studied Greek.

This poem doesn't make any sense.

May I?

No.

We need to translate this.

Don't you need the journal?

I have photographic memory.

Take another look.

The ancient Greek word tree toast, meaning the third.

And due to Ross, the second, what a third code.

For isotopes, it's tritium and deuterium.

He's using code to hide the formula.

Hannah, you failed it.

Now all we have left to do is decrypt it.

I would kiss you, professor, but we're too busy making history.

If this works...

I'll change the world.

Ben.

She needs to stop translating.

Ziggy already decrypted the rest of the formula.

It's dangerous.

It makes the Stellarator highly unstable, fusion reaction

that could destroy entire buildings.

That's why it didn't give to Lawrence.

It's not for clean energy.

It's a bomb.

I beg your pardon?

Ziggy says if you finish the translation

and the Nazis get hold of it...

Well, Hannah, we can't finish this.

It's too dangerous.

Those dreams Einstein wrote about fears of calamity

and disaster, he was writing about this formula.

30 seconds ago, you were asking me to decrypt this.

Now you want me to abandon ship.

Look, I know this sounds crazy, but please give me the journal.

I can't do that.

It's too important.

Hannah, if you leave here with that formula, you will die.

There's going to be an explosion that changes the course of history.

Professor, I don't know what's happening to you, but I think I should go.

Ben, you need to stop her. She can't leave.

Agent Robert Cook!

He's the one who told you to come here.

You met him in a diner.

You talked about Einstein, an angular momentum, and yo-yos.

And you helped him save a young girl.

And you told him not to say goodbye.

Just see you later.

How do you know all that?

I know it the same way.

I know what will happen to you.

If you leave here with that formula, I'm a time traveler.

You're a time traveler.

Ben, this is a complete violation of quantum leap protocol.

Anything you tell her will have major ramifications in the time limit.

Will you please leave me alone?

Who are you talking to?

The hologram.

From the future. Look, I know this sounds crazy, but you once told me you believed in the impossible.

I once misquoted Einstein, because I knew you'd correct me.

Oh, my God.

It's you, isn't it?

You're...you're Robert Cook.

I was.

For a few days, and now I'm Professor McCoy.

When I travel through time, I leap into other people to change history for the better.

That's...incredible.

Wow! A guardian angel sent from the future. That's gotta be the most...the most romantic bit of physics I've ever heard.

That's it. You're on board with the time traveler thing?

Look, this is gonna sound crazy, but I recognized you.

Not the outside, of course, but something inside you today.

It didn't make any sense to me then, but it does now. Trust me, my mind is racing, but I guess my heart kind of already knew.

In a weird way.

Wow. I...

How long are you here for?

It's different every time.

That's not wasted then. So, you're here in 1955 to find Einstein's formula and destroy it.

Well, I thought it was that, but now I'm thinking maybe I'm here to help you.

Help me.

Why?

Oh.

It's Donovan, isn't it?

He's never gonna publish my work.

I'm gonna talk to Donovan. Explain everything we found, but in the meantime, I need you to stay here, because if I know you're here, I know you're safe.

You're asking me to do nothing. I'm no good at that.

You're asking me to trust me.

Because I'm trusting you.

I'll be back soon. I promise.

I promise.

Hi.

What are you doing here?

Look, you know how I put up too many walls and I keep secrets and I don't let people in even when I need help.

Well, this is me coming to you right now because I need your help.

Okay.

The people that you are working for are holding quantum leap hostage.

If I don't give them what they want, I'll lose them.

Okay, and if I do give them what they want, I...

I don't even want to think about what that would look like.

I'm glad you're telling me. What do you need?

I need you to rewrite the firmware on the chip.

So just to be clear, you're asking me to work against my own boss to jailbreak his tech.

After which he won't just fire me. I'll destroy my career.

It's not a fair thing to ask. I know. I get that.

Yes, sir. Yes, yes.

Of course. I'll help you.

Yes.

I love you.

I love you, too.

Anything in the paper could file?

Oh, only the names and aliases of the most disgusting human beings to ever live.

Whoa. Are those fencing scars?

Apparently it was a badge of honor amongst the Nazi elite.

The US gave them new identities, but scars told the real story.

Didn't Donovan have a pair of fencing swords on his wall?

Sabers. Is he dead?

Donovan's not his real name.

Oh, my God.

I know it's not the outcome we wanted, but the journal is still a major discovery.

I expect Miss Carson to get recognition for her find.

And the formula?

I had to destroy it. Einstein said as much in his journals.

It's too dangerous.

But you did see the formula.

Do you think you could recreate it?

Ben. Donovan's a Nazi. He's behind everything. You need to get out of here.

My memory is not what he used to be.

Well.

Fortunately, Miss Carson's is quite remarkable.

Donovan, what the hell is going on?

Not another step.

Now, Hannah's going to recreate the formula.

Or I'll kill you where you stand.

I don't understand. Why would you want the formula when you know what it can do?

He's a Nazi working for the US government.

There's a certain irony to it.

You and your American brothers flew across the channel to fight men like me.

Only for your own government to bring us back together.

But this time, I expect the outcome to be different.

He's going to weaponize the machine.

I told the Americans I was being made good German, just following orders.

But I have never stopped believing in the cause.

And with this technology, we can strike back.

From the inside.

You rat face son of a bitch. I'm not going to help you build a bomb.

And listen to me, he has two targets. That gives us a tactical advantage.

Don't test me. Things could get very unpleasant for both of you.

You need to redirect the gun. Grab the barrel when he moves.

Twist it downward as fast as you can and then attack.

Recreate the formula. Or I'll kill you.

I'll kill you.

I'll kill you.

Oh crap.

I'll beat her saying McCoy.

I'll kill you.

Never punch the Nazi before.

I felt pretty good.

Never get sold.

Watch your head there, right?

This is usually the part where the hologram tells me that everything's going to be okay.

Let's see.

The atomic energy commission, final acknowledges Hannah's work, publishing it all under her name.

Donovan and his Aryan buddies all got a prison and professor McCoy gets another medal.

Everybody ends up.

Tom, you okay?

Tom?

Those kids over there carving their initials in the tree.

Kay and I used to sit under that same tree at lunch.

I'm not good those same initials they're carving right now.

Now strange.

You think your whole life's ahead of you.

And then 50 years later, someone else is sitting under the same tree, thinking the exact same thing.

Our future is just someone else's past.

Is there?

I'm so sorry.

Bet your wife.

Thanks, but you saw her for your lost心.

Right?

Yeah, yeah.

I miss my wife today.

I know.

I'm trying this whole thing.

Being Kay and you and Ben.

It's complicated.

And it is messy.

And it's okay.

Okay, it's okay.

Just other feelings.

Tom.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Ian Wright and the Flash.

Funny.

I never got your name.

We're not there yet.

First, you need to give me what I want.

You mean a highly classified government property?

Yeah, that's not going to happen.

Someone meet Jen before our head of security.

So you do not mind me?

We also know where you work, where you live, and what you've done.

You blackmailed a federal employee this morning.

That was not a good move.

This whole conversation is being recorded, by the way.

Well, look at the two of you.

I'm a part of yourselves.

In the meantime, that quantum chip will remain offline for...

Well, forever.

We'll take our chances.

So this is the part where you live?

It feels like it.

Oh, and when the coin gets back, you won't remember anything.

So...

Don't worry.

It'll tell me suffered a concussion.

But he didn't change my life.

You did.

I really wish we had more time.

Me, Jill.

There's just so much I want to know about time travel and the future,

but mostly about you and your life.

This is my life.

I can't get home.

I just keep leaping.

And I meet all these amazing people through time, but...

I never see them again.

Except me.

You don't really think this is the last time you're going to see me, do you?

I...

Okay, I want to know one thing, future boy.

Just one.

Oh, come on.

All right.

Okay.

One question.

Go.

What's your name?

You can ask me any question about the future of human history,

and you want to know my name.

Correct.

It's Ben.

Ben Song.

Well, Ben Song?

I'll see you later.

I like your confidence.

It's my theory.

Electromagnetism between two polarities.

I'm moving forward in time, and you're moving backward creating a magnetic field

that brings us together.