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Captain on deck!

I'll alert the media.

It means we're supposed to stand at pretension.

At ease Trance.

I think it's a little late in the game

to restore the military protocols.

I'm sorry, Dylan.

Some of my systems have reverted to defaults.

Harper.

Excuse me.

After the number of scrapes we've been through,

it's a wonder she's a-workin' at all.

Don't worry, Rommie.

As soon as we dock at El Dorado Drift,

we'll pick up parts and you'll be as good as new.

What he said.

El D. She's got everything we need.

Wine, wiring, and women.

All I care about is news, weather and sports.

And that should be comin' in right about, now.

Yes! Civilization.

Mail call!

It's already here,

courtesy of your friendly

space-neighborhood traveler's aid.

But I don't know why you're so excited,

it's always just bills for Beka,

or epistles from Rev Bem's spiritual pen pals.

All you and I ever get is junk.

I know, and it is so great!

Because you can buy your own moon,

or you can make millions

without ever leaving the comfort of your own homeworld!

...collection of CEO Sam Profit.

Oh here's breaking news,

Trans-Galactic is, uh, "merging" with Quantum.

Economists were taken by surprise.

Get out of here! I own shares in Quantum.

You do? How many?

Three.

Well, don't count your dividends before they hatch.

The Free Trade Alliance still has to give its approval.

Please, the Free Trade Alliance

never met a monopoly it didn't like.

I only have one question.

What are we talking about?

Analyzing.

Trans-Galactic Shipping and Quantum Express

are two of the largest private cargo carriers in the sector.

Their consolidation would,

Would force small operators out of business

by red-lining business and undercutting costs.

How is a little guy supposed to

compete against someone like Sam Profit?

Trans-Galactic's "uber" big kahuna.

Put him in a fish tank with piranhas,

pray for the piranhas.

I'm sure that's all very interesting,

but may we discuss the weather?

I didn't know you liked the weather.

I could tell you everything you

ever wanted to know about cumulus clouds.

They form really high in the atmos... sphere.

The only time the weather concerns me

is when it threatens my health and well-being.

Today, for instance.

A class-seven solar storm.

It's headed right for us.

Looks like we better make those repairs quick.

I know. I know!

More work for me.

Heya, boss?

You know a guy named Sid Barry?

Yeah, he was my father's business partner. Why?

You got a message from him, marked uh,

Extremely Urgent.

Bring it up.

Hello Rebecca.

It's Sid. Your Uncle Sid.

I hate to come to like this,

but I need to see you.

There's an attached file with contact information.

I'm not going to beg you, Rebecca,

but we both know your dad owes me one.

I guess I'm calling in my marker on the

on the Valentine family, huh?

I hope to see you soon.

Sounds like he's in trouble.

I hope it's not too serious.

That message is over three years old.

The long night has come.

The Systems Commonwealth,

the greatest civilization in history, has fallen.

But now one ship, one crew,

have vowed to drive back the night

and rekindle the light of civilization.

On the Starship Andromeda hope lives again.

Three years, Beka.

You don't even know if he's still on Diphta Five.

I know, I know.

And the odds,

And the odds of finding him at all

are like really really small.

You know, if you don't want me to go,

Why don't you just say so?

I don't want you to go.

Damn. I didn't think you'd just say so.

We haven't got much time before the storm hits,

and we need the Maru to carry supplies.

One of Andromeda's pods can handle that.

Pods aren't designed for moving cargo.

Okay, they are, but,

you speak Drift,

and it's been a long time since I've bought anything.

Blood of my blood, Dylan.

That's what my father used to call me.

All my life, he never asked me for one thing.

Now he's gone. And if I can pay back a debt for him,

I don't see how I have a choice.

Solar storm hits in five days. Can you be back by then?

I better be.

Can't trust you to fly us out of class seven storm.

We'll be here. Good luck.

Autopilot engaged.

Oh! Woh!

Let me guess.

Dylan asked you to keep an eye on me.

Well, actually, Dylan wanted to send Rev Bem

along but then he changed his mind because

he thought he'd need the Rev for the storm.

so he wasn't going to send anyone,

and I didn't want him to worry,

so I decided to sneak on board and here I am now.

Are you mad at me?

Huh?

How can I be mad, Trance?

I don't even know what you're talking about.

Oh.

"Don't worry, I'll look after her. Love, Trance."

- So? - So now I'm worried.

They're both big girls. They can take care of themselves.

Besides, we have plenty to worry about right here.

I say we prioritize the picotransducers,

nanothrusters, and,an AP solenoid valve.

We can agree on the thrusters and the valve,

but we also need photon bombs,

and we need to refit our pulse plasma guns and point defense lasers.

Isn't this a lot of wishful thinking?

How are we going to pay for all of this?

Technically that would be the quartermaster's job.

We don't have a quartermaster.

Are you saying we don't have any money?

Oh we have plenty of currency, it's just that none of it's, current.

Okay, I can get most of this stuff, but we'll have to rig for a fast getaway.

Harper! - Harper.

We're not going to steal anything.

Thank you.

Well, what would you suggest?

There's an old Earth custom, Tyr.

It's called a garage sale.

What's a garage?

Yuck! I hate planets. How could anyone live like this?

Well, didn't your people evolve on a planet?

Yeah, the smart ones left, as soon as they got a chance.

Hey!

Brain dead flash fryers.

Is that fun?

What fun?

Squirting drugs into your eyeballs,

because it seems like human beings enjoy poisoning themselves.

Well, it's not really that simple Trance.

Flash is a synaptic enhancer.

It makes you stronger, better, faster.

Dad always said it made a great solution if you don't make it your,problem.

Okay, so this is Avenida Nuevo Ciudad. This is supposed to be the place.

Ninety-four,ninety-two,ninety. Right there!

But,I think we're too late.

Sid's address but no Sid.

Ohhh great.

The light fixtures in the crew cabins can go.

Sports equipment,stays.

We need weapons, not toys.

We need a crew that hasn't gone crazy from lack of recreation.

Oh, anyone who,touches my basketball hoop answers to me personally.

Oh oh, the drift trader that you're meeting is called Grask. Now he's a,Chichin.

- Oh great. - Yes, they never buy what they can steal.

They're scum. They eat their own young.

I'll thank you to see that he comes nowhere near me.

Mmm,probably a good idea.

Yeah, make a note of that.

That's ceremonial china from the Than ambassador. - Really?

Sounds like a spool of superconductor wire to me!

Perhaps you should not watch this.

If I don't keep my eyes open, he'll probably sell the,

Rommie. Rommie. Would I,hurt you?

Hey, whoa!

Where you goin' with all this good stuff?

That stays.

What'd I do?

Personal effects of the crew.

Hey, I'm looking for a guy.

Lucky you, you just found one.

A specific guy.

His name's Sid Barry. You ever seen him?

I not your type?

You know what they say, once you try bio-engineered, you never go back.

I think she's into older men.

What about you, sweetness, are you into older men?

Or are you just into her?

Watch the tail. - You know, grape's my favorite flavor.

Beka, are they cannibals?

C'mon baby, give me some sugar.

- What the hell is that? - Sugar cane.

Trance, your left! Other left!

You want him? The guy in the picture.

I know where you can find him.

Ohhh wow, this is amazing!

That's real wood.

Rebecca??

Sid!

Look at you, with your blond hair!

I hardly recognized you.

What are you doing here?

I got an old message.

I thought you needed help.

Oh..oh that..well,

that's kind of complicated. - Mister Profit, line three.

Profit? You work for Sam Profit?

Heh. Well, not exactly, I,

I am Sam Profit.

This is it.

Is this your room?

Not at all my dear, it's your room.

And yours too.

Fit for a princess.

Her daddy's little princess.

I still don't get it. How can you be Sam Profit?

You really had no idea?

The word shocked comes to mind.

Amazed.

Dumfounded.

So why'd you come all this way?

She came here to help you.

I came here to help Sid Barry.

Remember him?

I'm still Sid.

Not from where I'm standing.

When I was a kid,

you and my dad would stand around

and complain about the big shipping companies.

Now you're the one buying up the trade routes

and forcing out people like us.

Curse the big companies all you want,

but big companies get things done.

And small operators don't?

You know, why don't I um,

walk around.

Okay, this is me leaving.

It's all about moving things, kiddo.

People, cargo.

The more things move, the more they connect,

and the more they connect,

the safer the universe gets.

And the richer you get.

Money is not a disease.

It's the cure.

Let me ask you something:

What was your father after his whole life?

Redheads.

The big score.

Exactly!

And this is it!

He may not have admitted it,

but this is what he was after.

This is what he wanted. What we wanted.

But you know what, enough about me.

Is there anything you want?

Beka!

Chocolate!

I don't know.

This is not what I was expecting.

Hold that thought.

Mister Profit, time for your Quantum run.

Well, Quantum waits for no man.

I've got to get back to the office.

By the way, you look a little tense.

I hear Rutger has great hands.

Oh yeah?

What's so great about them?

Trance, do not let him buy you off with a back rub.

This is Sam Profit we're dealing with.

I think you're just cranky from the gravity.

Why don't you just think of this as a way of

decreasing his corporate resources.

Now, let's start with the tail.

Is this receptacle hemitite or lixx?

I think it's black plastic.

Oh. Too bad.

It might have had value.

This, uh, microsensor might have had value too if you

hadn't removed the fuel cell.

Removed? No, not removed!

Never removed.

Leeshka!

My apprentice.

Has the brains of a snivlet.

I should know better than to let him prepare a shipment.

Ah! Well, in that case let's have a look at the parts you packed yourself.

Yes!

This is so great!

This is even better than the Andromeda.

And you know what,

I think that this orange juice is real.

I bet they had to import it all the way from Rigel.

Infinity, actually.

Wow! You look great.

Thanks.

Oh, um,

You know I left some bubbles in the tub

I should probably use them.

Cute kid.

Kinks all worked out?

Yeah. Not bad.

Look I,

I'm sorry I haven't had much time.

Things have been really insane.

Truth be told,

you couldn't have come at a worse time.

Speaking of which, why are you here?

I mean, not, not that I'm not happy to see you.

I told you why I'm here.

I thought you were in trouble.

Oh yes!

Well, I guess I've grown cynical in my old age.

It's just,

the timing of your arrival is,

is so surprising.

Tell me about Ignatius.

I.. I'm

really sorry that I missed his funeral.

You didn't miss much.

"Eject cargo pod: Yes/No."

He deserved better.

You know my biggest regret?

That he didn't live long enough to,

share this with me.

He would've liked that.

Yeah.

He didn't talk about me at the end, did he?

He was pretty sick. You know how it is,

when they get like that.

Did he leave any messages, anything?

You're fishing, Sid.

You know what,

your father had some data that belonged to me.

He probably saved it on a disk

or buried it in the Maru's database.

Did he ever mention anything like that to you, ever?

Not that I know of.

What kind of data was it?

Oh, nothing really,

just uh,

personal journals, visual records, that sort of thing.

Perhaps,

you could look for it.

It would mean a lot to me.

And as a matter of fact, and I always intended to do this.

If you could help me, I, uh,

I might be able to return the favour.

In what way?

Do you know what your dad always wanted,

more than anything?

To leave you with an inheritance.

Enough C-money so you could do anything you wanted.

Well, he left me the Maru.

That's hardly what he wanted.

What do you say I make up the difference?

How about, uh,

well, how does ten million guilders sound to you?

Ten million?

Ten million.

I see your memory being jogged already.

If you find the files,

I need them unopened.

Oh!

In the meantime, you should have some fun.

Unlimited credit, courtesy Trans-Galactic.

Anything you want, it's on me.

A little to the left.

Perfect.

I aim to please.

Magnificient.

I wish you would stop looking for beauty in things that want to kill us.

This storm has no intent.

It simply is.

Can we evade it?

If the neutrino damper is working properly,

we should have an excellent margin for safety.

Rommie!

Circuit overload.

I think we can safely say, the uh, damper's defective.

Dylan to command. The lizard stabbed us in the back.

You know, for a while there,

I thought you were going to sit in the suite

and sulk all night and live on bread and water.

Okay, you're right.

That was the best time I've had in a long time.

Awwww yes! To Unca Sid! - To Uncle Sid!

You know, Trance, what I could do with ten million guilders?

Oh, you could buy lots of drinks with umbrellas in them.

More like fix up the Maru.

Pay off my dad's debts.. I could kick back, relax for a change.

So, why don't find that whatchamacallit Sid wants and give it to him?

See, that is the problem,

personal journals and video diaries are not worth that kind of money.

- Sid is up to something. - You know,I think he's kinda sweet.

You know, you shouldn't drink. It impairs your judgement.

I'm still trying to figure out this whole poisoning

yourself for fun thing. I think I like it.

Come on, Trance. We have to check out the Maru.

Hey,

exactly where on the body is the moneymaker located?

Beka!

Is this you?

Hmmm, when I was six.

You had red hair!

My dad thought having one hair colour was boring,

so he designed these nanobots for me.

I can make my hair whatever colour I want.

Oh, can you do purple?

You should see plaid.

Trance, go seal the airlock.

Why?

Someone else has been through these files.

- What? Seal the hatch. We're leaving.

Ahh, don't be so hasty.

You still owe me that kiss.

You want a kiss? Kiss this!

Trance!

So, where were we, hm?

Not on my time, Mick!

You should have just taken the money, Rebecca.

It would've made it a lot easier for the both of us.

I've had enough of this bull.

I know why you came here.

I told you, to help you.

My mistake.

You came answering a three-year old message,

two days before my takeover of Quantum.

I don't think so.

Now where are those files?

Even if I knew what the hell you were talking about,

which I don't.

why do you think I'd tell you now?

Somebody's made you a better offer, haven't they?

Who is it? Is it Quantum?

Spacerunners?

I'm beginning to think your dad's friend is a criminal.

Oh please.

It's her father who's the criminal.

You haven't told your friend here the story of your life?

Well, it's rather sort of romantic in a pathetic sort of way.

You and your brother,

raised like wolves,

by a flash-fried drug runner.

That's not true.

My father never used flash.

The trust of a child runs deep.

Your father never used flash?

Let me tell you something.

Your father and I practically invented flash.

The lab rats still found nothing, boss.

We need those codes.

You heard the man.

Drop dead.

It's not my life

that's on the line here, Rebecca.

Beka.

Beka, are you all right?

What did they do to you?

Nothing.

I walked into a door.

Well then please sit down.

Good girl. Stay.

Oh Trance, I'm not really in

the mood for a cocktail right now.

Disinfectant.

So did you tell the door what it wanted to know?

I can't tell them anything.

I don't know anything.

Obviously my dad had something

that Sid wants very badly.

Well, if your father was a drug runner

and Sid was his partner, I would assume ---

Get one thing straight.

My father was not a drug addict!

Well, I never said that he was.

I said he was a drug runner.

That's not the same thing,

is it?

No, I guess not.

Slipfighter fuel cells charged.

O2 is at 18 percent.

Check, and check.

Going someplace?

Rev, I wish you wouldn't do that.

Besides, you are early.

Confession's not supposed to come until

after I commit the crime.

I never took you for a man who

flees from the consequences of his decisions.

I am not fleeing.

I just have to run an errand.

Mhhmm,

- Wanna come? - Most definitely.

Don't tell me, You've got a plan.

Okay, I won't.

Hmm, he always has a plan!

Let me get this straight.

You're not trying to blackmail me.

You don't know what's on the coded data

and you've never seen it.

Right, right, and right again.

You pick this stuff up fast.

I wish I could believe you, Rebecca. I really do.

But you don't.

So let's get on with the torture, is that it?

It doesn't have to be this way, Rebecca.

I pride myself on being able

to make a deal with anyone,

and I mean anyone.

Now, I'm going to give you one more chance.

Name your price,

give me the data,

and we'll just pretend this never happened.

I don't want your money.

So that's it, huh?

My money isn't good enough

for the daughter of Ignatius Valentine.

Maybe you want something else.

Is it revenge?

You blame me for what happened to your father?

Should I?

You know, I think you think of him

as some sort of hero, out there all alone,

fighting the corporate oppressor,

coming home with tall tales and trinkets.

Who do you think bought those trinkets?

Your father was either hung over and forgot,

or some hooker rode him in port.

Do you know what he used to call you?

Blood of my blood.

Try "my little ball and chain."

That's not true.

He used to tell me you were not worth

the cost of fuel.

Well.

You really are

the daughter of Ignatius Valentine.

More's the pity.

Flash.

It's the ultimate edge.

You'll love it!

5 milligrams today,

5 milligrams tomorrow,

and the next day, you will be

selling your first born

for just one milligram more.

It's okay. I'm cool.

Take this down,

and log it time and date

because when I get out of here

Sam Profit is going down!

And he's going down so hard he's going to create

another gravity well in this sector.

Just let me at 'im. Just let me at 'im.

Six feet, I can jump six feet.

Beka! What?

Flash!

I don't drink. Did you know that?

I don't drink. I don't squirt,

I don't snort. I don't inhale. I don't...

I've been straight edged all my life

all my life

because I'm my daddy's little girl

and I don't want to be like my daddy.

Here I am, I'm streaking like a fleakin' comet.

You can't stop me.

You can't stop a Valentine with a head full of steam.

Believe me. I know. I tried.

Blood of my blood, Trance.

What if it's in my blood?

What if I can't stop?!

Okay, Beka please, just

try and slow down, all right?

Inhale and exhale. Inhale, exhale.

Don't treat me like a child!

I am not a child! You are!

Or are you?

How old are you, Trance?

I don't even know.

I don't anything about you.

Where you from?

Who are you working for?

Why are you purple?

You're workin' for Sid?

Trance? Trance?!

Are you workin' for Sid?

You're workin' for him, aren't you?

Aren't you, Trance? Trance!

Are you, Trance?!

Beka, stop it! Please Beka stop it!

No no. I could do purple.

Okay Beka, you're angry.

and it's totally fine to be angry

but please be angry at him!

I know.

I know.

I know.

Trance.

Trance, we have to get out of here.

I know where it is.

All right, come away.

It's okay.

Where is he?

I'm sorry, Captain Hunt

has stepped away from his desk.

Please leave a message after

the tone from the funny little guy.

Beep!

Are you amused?

We have at best eight hours

before that storm reduces us to

component parts,

and Dylan has disappeared.

I don't know. Ask Rev Bem, maybe he knows.

He's missing too!!!

Try decaf.

Back to normal? You okay?

I will be.

Robbed of my superpowers,

I will have to rely on mere human ingenuity.

Oh, how are we going to get out of here?

Let me think.

Ummm, how about this one?

Yeee-yeah!

Sorry sweetie, the room don't come with a view.

Ohhh, I've been waitin' for this.

It's personalized to my own DNA, moron.

Let's get the comm gear

and let's get them out of here.

Did I mention I'm not having fun yet?

Nor I.

Ship! I'm assuming command.

Engage thrusters and take us out of here.

Permission to come aboard, Captain Anasazi.

How often do you get the chance to get up close

and personal with a class-seven solar storm?

It's a once-in-a-lifetime experience, don't you agree?

You can't keep me here,

I'm a highly respected businessman.

Not on my ship, you're not.

You must understand,

I have to get back to the warehouse.

My employees will steal me blind!

Oh, I do understand.

I understand that honesty and integrity

were casualties of war,

and while I may not approve, for the record,

I don't approve.

Right now, my bad day is your bad day.

Enjoy the view.

Wellcome to our humble abode.

Keep that cannibal away from me!

Uh, cannibal? No.

See, he doesn't eat his own kind.

Chichin, however,

When their whining exceeds a certain decibel level,

I find it very difficult to control my lower nature.

Mmmmm...

How much longer before the storm reaches its peak?

I wouldn't crack open any epic novels if I were you.

We might be able to hold together.

'Course, we'd be a lot safer

if we had a working neutrino damper.

A damper?

You need a neutrino damper?

What a coincidence,

I can get you a damper,

a beautiful brand-new damper

you will be proud to call your own.

You don't say,

This way.

Boss?

I'm busy, Mick!

I know.

We've got a problem.

The blonde tased me and the purple girl

disabled the security grid.

They barricaded themselves in the room.

'Scuse me gentlemen.

Listen to me.

I want you to do exactly as I tell you.

Trance, when did we leave the Andromeda?

How long have we been away?

I'd say this makes five days,

but sometimes I lose count when I'm unconscious.

I was afraid of that.

I told Dylan I'd be back by now.

He probably thinks I ditched him.

Beka, I can hear them!

They're outside. Hurry up!

I just need one more minute.

I don't think we have another minute.

Give it up girls, there's no way outta here.

- Wrong again. - Right! What?

Hold your breath.

That was easy.

Boss? Worked just like you said.

I'm wondering

if she's coming back.

What makes you say that?

Well, you've spent the last three months

helping her upgrade her ship.

You've armed it,

you've rebuilt its engines and computers.

I think it's quite possible she may have

taken advantage of your generosity

and gone back into business for herself.

Because that's what you would do.

Not after warning you.

So is this the point where he starts shooting at us?

Well, I'm betting he won't kill us

until he finds that data.

Which we have?

Okay, here's what I remember:

My dad and Sid were partners.

They built the Maru together.

They were always planning and

scheming about getting rich.

Until this one deal.

This was going to be the big score,

the best deal ever.

And then,

I don't know, it fizzled somehow.

Dad and I went to Signa Gamma One to meet Sid,

and as soon as we got there,

we just turned right around and left.

No money, no cargo, no Sid.

As far as I know,

that's the last time they saw each other.

Autopilot engaged.

I'm betting whatever Sid's looking for

has something to do with that trip.

Well, he would've found the Eureka Maru's

log by now, wouldn't he?

Yeah, if it was in the logs.

What are you doing?

Remember when I told you that my dad

made nanobots for my hair?

He did it as soon as we left Sig Gamma One.

Sid even noticed.

He hid his secret in your hair?

My dad may have been an addict,

but he knew his nano-tech.

If I'm right, these little robots

did a heck of a lot more than change my hair colour.

They recorded Sid's missing data on a molecular level.

Zeros and ones, all adding up,

to this.

Signa Gamma One docking station.

Sid. Sid, are you there?

Daddy.

Oh.

They're dead.

They're all dead.

Yeah.

Oh.

Ohhh Sid,

You think they'd just wave through

a ten-ton shipment of flash?

Sid, what have you done??

I did what I had to do, as always.

You talk like a man, whose hands are clean.

I'm a thief. I'm a smuggler.

I am not a murderer!

Well you are now.

You're watching it, aren't you?

Sid.

What did you do?

Are you really never saw it?

You really didn't? Heh.

Paranoia.

Kinda gets to you when you're in my line of work.

When you're a murderer?

Oh, it wasn't supposed to happen that way, Rebecca. Honestly.

Somebody must've tipped off Signa customs.

You know the punishment for

drug-smuggling on Signa Gamma One?

They chop you up for spare parts.

I had to protect myself, protect us both.

And then your father,

he had the gall to blackmail me.

With the recording.

He was so pathetic.

He never asked for much,

just a few guilders here and there,

a spare part or two,

but there was always that recording

hanging over my head.

and then,

then he fried himself on flash

and I figured it was all over.

Until I decided to

buy my way into Trans-Galactic.

You were worried that I'd start using the tape against you.

I have always had a soft-spot for you, Rebecca.

And I figured that we could come to an arrangement.

That's when I sent you that message.

But you never responded.

And then three years later,

you show up on my doorstep?

What was I supposed to think?

You thought I'd ruin your deal.

You know, a ruined deal is one thing,

but to lose one's life.

Sentiment only goes so far.

My feeling is, that when it

comes to destroying evidence,

nothing beats a sun.

The sun!

Disengage autopilot!

Authorization denied.

I helped build the Maru, remember?

A little help here!

I'm sorry Rebecca,

but I've had my fill of Valentines.

Incoming,

It's not gonna do you any good, you know.

You're too late.

You think that was the only hair on my head?

Back in the suite,

I beamed the log to the Freelance Courier Co-op.

By now it's on its way to every

law-enforcement agency in the quadrant.

"Open immediately upon my death."

You're bluffing.

You couldn't afford the courier fees.

I know, but you can.

Unlimited credit, remember?

If anything happens to me,

and I mean anything,

you are front page news in three galaxies.

Not bad kiddo.

Not bad at all.

Runs in the famil y.

All right, here's the deal:

I let you live,

and you sit on that recording,

and nobody ever sees it,

because if it ever sees the light of day,

I have nothing to lose.

Your secret's safe.

As long as I'm alive.

So you'd better wish me a long and healthy life.

Why wouldn't I?

After all,

what are uncles for?

It's responding!

Good! Get us outta here.

Okay.

Dylan, she is thirty-six hours late.

And I simply don't see why you should

keep a bargain when she doesn't.

An incoming communication for you Dylan.

Put it through.

This is the Eureka Maru,

requesting permission to land, Captain Hunt sir.

Affirmative, Eureka Maru.

You're late.

- Yeah, I know. - We know.

Glad to have you back.

You know, whenever I think about my father,

I picture him at the end.

I try not to, but

I still do.

It was hard.

I have to just remember that

those were just a few years in a long life.

When I was a kid

when he was young, he was the best, Trance.

He was smart, and funny

and tough.

And brave.

He could make me laugh until my sides hurt.

No matter how dark things got.

Or no matter how long the odds, he always

always came up with a plan.

The right plan.

I wish you could've met him Trance.

Yeah, me too.

But you know, that's okay because

I know his daughter.

Blood of his blood, Beka.

Blood of his blood.

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