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Previously on "The Ark"...

You'’re building
a bioshelter farm on the ship!

That'’s amazing.

All the other doctors
died in the event,

and I'’m left to deal
with all these injured people.

- You work where on the ship?
- Waste Management.

Yeah, well, not anymore.
Alicia Nevins, you are now
Chief Life Support.

- I'’m doing another EVA.
- Why?

To figure out
what the hell hit us,
why else?

There'’s some kind of crystal
thing wedged in there.

Lane, the glove'’s fingers
are nearly off!

Get with Angus on the new
element he'’s been analyzing.

It'’s an early warning system

in case we come within range
of the element again.

What will it take
to get us back up
to near light speed?

We only have one engine.
If it blows, we'’re dead
in the water.

We'’re just gonna have
to push it as far as we can.

I'’ve seen
your medical records.

They'’re too perfect
to be real.

There'’s something on this ship
that you need to know about.

I will save this ship
for one simple reason--

to save William Trust.

Now it'’s your duty
to keep Trust safe.

Okay, who wants to start
with department briefs. Felix?

Oh, have little to report.

The crew seems
to have settled down
into a peaceful routine,

which frankly
makes me nervous.

Dr. Kabir?
Has Med Bay seen a similar calm?

Dr. Kabir?

Yes?

Oh, uh, yes.

Uh, Med Bay
is thankfully empty.

I'’ve only had
a few minor work-related
injuries come in, yeah.

Good. Engineering?

All good. Shuttle repairs
are complete and NEPS
are up and running at 50%.

Oh, wait, wait. 50%?

We won'’t get to Prox B
for decades.

Don'’t worry.
We'’ll run out of fuel
way before that.

I had to eject too much
U-238 during the meltdown.

- How long do we have?
- Why didn'’t I know?

Relax. Relax!

Guys, Alicia and I have already
started looking for uranium 238,

and we will find it,
right, Alicia?

Uranium 238 is plentiful
in the universe.

We'’re running a spectral
analysis on every chunk
of rock we pass en route.

You know, planets,
planetoids, moons.

So far, nothing,
but I'’m not worried yet.

If we don'’t find it soon,
we'’ll run out of fuel

sometime in the next
two weeks.

Well, then, let'’s stop
flapping our lips and get
back to searching, eh?

Okay, this meeting
is adjourned,

but before you guys
go back,

Angus has a surprise
for us in the mess.

All right, well,
you guys go ahead.
I'’ll man the bridge.

Let Cogner man the bridge.

Angus will want you
in the mess hall.

No one peek under the napkins.
Just take your seats.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I'’m proud to present,

coming straight from Deck 3R,

from a long engagement in
the world-famous bioshelter--

Yes, things to do, places to be.
Get on with it, Angus.

Right.

I'’m just trying
to bring some humor.

Never mind.

I present to you all,
the first small harvest

from the bioshelter.

You may remove your napkins.

- Wow.
- This is just the start.

We have lots more coming.

What?

I want to savor every bite.

- Is there a problem with that?
- No, not at all.

Oh, God, I forgot
what real food tastes like.

Right?

Right, well, you take
your time savoring, Alicia.

Some of us have some
uranium to search for.

I'’ll be with you
in a few minutes, okay?

Oh.

No, no, no, no, no.
Not now.

Not now, not now.

Dr. Kabir,
I brought you some food.

This is the first time in weeks
I'’ve had even a second

to put things
where they belong,

get some semblance
of order in this place.

You missed a special treat
in the mess hall.

Angus shared his first harvest.
I brought you some.

Thank you, Felix.

- Are you okay?
- Yes, fine.

- You need to eat.
- Really?

They didn'’t teach us
that in medical school.

I'’m fine.
Just a little stressed.

- Haven'’t been able to sleep.
- So go get some sleep now.

Why does everyone keep
telling me to get some sleep?

I'’ll sleep
when I feel like it.

You just said you'’re stressed
because you haven'’t slept.

- There'’s too much to do.
- There are no patients.

- Yeah, but some could come--
- I'’ll watch the shop,

call you when you'’re needed.
Take the food. Go.

Now.

Jelena. Jelena.

What? I'’m trying to sleep.

Did you see who
I was with last night?

Get over yourself, James.

- I couldn'’t give a shit
who you'’re sleeping with--
- What? No, no.

Did you see someone
bring me in here?

I was asleep. Good-bye.

Shit.

Come on in.

- You wanted me to come by?
- Have a seat.

You'’re wondering
why you'’re here.

Well, I kind of feel like

I'’ve been called to
the principal'’s office.

I asked you here because
I have the confession.

- You do?
- I'’ve been hiding contraband.

- Contraband?
- It'’s against the rules

to bring any alcoholic
beverages on an ark, but...

...I guess Captain Lester
was a rule-breaker.

- Found that in her stash.
- Well.

Captain Lester
had a good taste in Scotch.

I wouldn'’t know.

I'’m more of a Kentucky
bourbon girl myself.

How dare you speak
such blasphemy?

Mentioning Kentucky
swamp juice in the same room

as a bottle of Glenn Verbog.

I apologize.
I didn'’t realize it was
a religion to you.

Oh, I used to drink
this stuff with my old man
back in the days of NASA

before the whole world
started falling apart.

- He was an astronaut.
- Really?

Did he ever go
anywhere off-world?

Yeah, he went to
the moonbase a few times.

He died there,

when the Eastern Federation
sabotaged it.

Oh. Spencer, I'’m sorry.

It was a long time ago.

But it was the reason
I signed up for the GSA.

Yeah, I wanted to continue what
my old man was trying to do,

save humanity from itself
and all that noble crap.

To noble crap.
To your father.

Dr. Hall and I used
to drink together, too.

Kentucky--

the whiskey whose name
I shall not mention

in the same room
as Glenn watchamacallit.

- Dr. Hall?
- Yeah.

He was the doctor that
oversaw the experimentations

- on me and my sister.
- You must hate him.

Actually, he was the closest
thing I ever had to a dad.

- I miss him.
- What happened to him?

Died. Sleeper Podbay 1.

- He was on this ark?
- Yep.

I mean, he'’s probably
why I'’m on it, too,

though he never admitted to
having anything to do with it.

Well, to Dr. Hall.

So, I have to ask...

Why I invited you here
to have a drink?

Yeah.

To say thank you.

Ever since you went
and revealed all my secrets
and called that vote and...

Oh, those are two main reasons
I'’m surprised you invited me.

No, with hindsight,
I think it was a good thing.

Now that there'’s
no secrets between us,

you'’ve become
a really good number two.

So I wanted to say thank you.
To no secrets between us?

Spencer?

To no secrets.

All council members to bridge.

I wonder what that'’s about.

Probably Brice'’s well-honed
Scotch radar going off again.

Oh, hello.

What are you two
all smiley about?

Uh, why did you
call us in here?

Because I am very
pleased to say

I have found a planet
that is rich in uranium-238.

And best of all,
we don'’t even have to detour.

It'’s directly on our route,
so we just...

...fly down, grab it,

get back up
to near light speed.

Only one problem.

It'’s too far away.

We don'’t have enough U-238
to get to the U-238.

Oh.

I mean, could we open
the solar sails?

No, the sails are designed

for after we enter
the Proxima system.

And they need the solar winds
from Alpha Centauri, the star.

If we could find a closer star,
would that be any use?

Maybe. Why?

'’Cause we're about to pass

a yellow binary dwarf system.

If we apply
the Tisserand parameter

to the momentum
of the fastest star
in the binary,

it should accelerate us
towards the planet
where the fuel is.

Ooh, and then
we can open the sails

and gain a multiplier
of at least two.

Uh, um, I have a degree
in astrophysics.

Which really explains
why they assigned you
to waste management.

Wait, are you talking about
a gravitational slingshot?

Yes. It'’s actually
quite simple.

The momentum gravity
from the star should
act as a catapult,

and get us going
really, really fast.

And then the sails should
get us going even faster.

- I think.
- You think?

Um, give me a few hours
to do some calculations
just to be sure.

- Well, then, get on it.
- All right, well, look,
while she'’s doing that,

I'’m gonna go
and check the sails,

make sure they weren'’t
damaged when we were hit.

I'’m-- I'm going to check
the remaining fuel.

Can'’t you do that
from here?

Lieutenant Brice,
are you okay?

Yeah, why? What'’s up?

I left the mess hall
last night,

found you passed out
in a corridor.

So you'’re the one who took me
to the crew quarters.

- Yes.
- You didn'’t call for help?

I didn'’t want to
get you in trouble.

Thought you just needed
to sleep it off.

- Where'’d you get the booze?
- Booze?

Isn'’t that why
you passed out?

Okay, uh, firstly,
I'’m Scottish,

so I don'’t pass out
from booze.

Secondly, this really is
none of your concern. Okay?

Oh, so I should have
taken you to Med Bay,

have Dr. Kabir check you?

Now you listen to me
very closely.

As I'’ve just said,
this is none of your concern.

And if you tell anybody
about this, I'’ll make your life
on this ship a living hell.

Are we clear?

If you ever talk to me
like that again,

I will knock out those
pretty teeth of yours,
are you clear?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.
You hang on a second, girlie.

Right? You don'’t go
sticking your nose

in something you donnae
got no goddamn idea

what youse is
talking about, right?

And while we'’re at it...

...how'’s about having
a wee bit of respect
for my privacy as well?

- Huh?
- I said, I didn'’t understand
a thing you just said.

- But I was speaking English.
- Were you?

All right, fine.

What I was trying to say,
in slightly less
polite terms than this,

was I would like you
to respect my '’effing privacy.

Fine.

I could have been a bit
more respectful about it.

- Okay? Happy?
- Thrilled.

So, Eva, lovely, lovely Eva,

would you please do me a favor
and keep this to yourself?

Because it'’s embarrassing,

and quite frankly,
it'’s nobody else's
business but mine.

I don'’t know.
Is it contagious?

How do I know
you won'’t pass out at a time
that endangers others?

It'’s not and I won't.

Give me your word.

I swear on my mother.

Do you like your mother?

Yes, very much.

Then your secret
is safe with me.

Thank you.

So, uh...

do you really think my teeth
are pretty, then, eh?

You know, you'’ve done
your required sessions.

Garnet'’s not requiring you
to see me anymore.

Yeah, well, I want to.
I think I need it.

Oh, okay.
What'’s bugging you?

Look, what I really
want to know is...

can keeping a secret,
like, a big one,

one you should probably
tell someone,

can holding that in
make you sick?

- You mean physically?
- Yeah.

- Got the runs, do you?
- I didn'’t say that.

Well, the answer is yes.

Keeping a big secret
can stress you the hell out,

mess with your stomach,
cause headaches.

So, what'’s your big secret?

Well, funny thing
about secrets is...
they'’re secret.

Fine, keep it bottled up
inside until you get an ulcer
the size of this ship.

But the best way to prevent that

is to share
the secret with someone,

like maybe a doctor.

Everything that'’s said in here
is protected, right?

By some kind of patient-doctor
privilege thing?

Yeah, unless you tell me
that you murdered someone.

William Trust
is stashed in a cryopod

in a hidden room
on this ship.

Cat?

Cat?

William Trust?

Like, the Will Trust
who invented this '’effing
ship that we live on?

- That Will Trust?
- Yeah.

- Is he with anyone?
- Yeah, a woman.

You know, you'’re right.
I do feel much better
now that I'’ve let that out.

Maybe I should just
go tell Garnet, too.

No, you can'’t tell anyone else.
How is he in Ark 1? Why?

All I know is that he was
being protected by Trent

and a bunch of other people
who died in the accident,

and now its fallen on me
to protect him,

although
I don'’t know from who.

I'’ll tell you from who.
Half the people on this ship.

A lot of people lost
loved ones because of Trust.

Right, but we'’re alive
on this ship because of him.

I know. I'’m just telling you,
I'’ve heard it in many sessions.

There are people
who genuinely hate the man.

Maybe to the point where
they would even kill him.

Well, how about you, doc?

- How do you feel about him?
- Me?

I could take him
or leave him. Why?

Well, because if you were in
the "want to kill him" camp,
we would have a problem.

Oh, I want him very much alive.

You have no idea.

How about Garnet?

Do you think she'’s in
the "want to kill him" camp?

I don'’t know.

But I don'’t know that
she'’s not in that camp either,

so you can'’t tell her.

You can'’t tell anyone else.

Is it true you picked Ark 5
for your own departure

because you'’re afraid
the earlier arks

won'’t make it
to their destinations?

What kind of asinine
question is that?

I invented those arks,
and I would trust them

with my life,
you two-bit ass of a--

What my husband
is trying to say

is he designed
the earlier ships
to go to closer planets.

So, before we go,
William wants to stay behind

to perfect the faster
than light speed engine.

It'’s the only way to ensure
that all the arks can make it
to their destinations

which are much further away
than Proxima B or Ross 128B.

Hopefully,
he'’ll accomplish it in time
to go on Ark 5.

So you were supposed
to be on Ark 5.

Then why are you here?

They went, two by two,
into the ark.

Eva and I ran the numbers
and did a computer simulation.
We'’re sure it'll work.

- If Brice can pilot the ark
exactly to my specifications.
- Not a problem.

You sure you can keep it
in my parameters?

Are you sure they'’re
the correct parameters?

Oh, my parameters
are always perfect.

Well, then, I will
fit within them perfectly.

- Good.
- Uh, okay.

Um, so, Lieutenant Brice
will pilot us

on a specific trajectory
around the dwarf star.

The momentum from
the orbital gravity of the star

will whip us around
and project us

toward our target planet
and double our speed.

But the trajectory has to be
within two degrees of accuracy.

It will be.

Good, because
if cut it too tight,

then we won'’t achieve
escape velocity

from the star'’s gravity.

We could be pulled
into the star and burn up.

Exactly, and too wide,
then we won'’t gain enough speed

to get to where
we want to go.

So, assuming
this all goes perfectly,

- then we open
the solar sails?
- Yes.

And we'’re sure
it'’s enough to get us

to the planet
with all the fuel?

- More than enough.
- Thoughts?

Well, I think
we should do it.

- Dr. Kabir?
- We have a problem.

Someone got into
the drug cabinet

and stole most
of the drugs again.

They weren'’t stolen.
I took them.

What?

You'’re done with
the pills, doctor.

What are you talking about?

I worked in law enforcement
most of my adult life.

I know a drug problem
when I see one.

How dare you? I am a doctor!

I know better than anyone

what narcotics
can do to a person.

We both know I'’m not
talking about narcotics.

- I'’m talking about amphetamines.
- Whatever.

I know what they do
to a person if abused.

How stupid do you think I am?

Do you think I would
compromise myself like that?

Do you really think
so little of me?

Are you done yelling at me?

Hmm? Notice I'’m here alone.

I'’m giving you this chance
to beat your addiction.

If you do that,
and I will help you,

this will stay
between the two of us.

I didn'’t mean for it
to get out of hand.

But all the other
doctors are dead and
I'’m the only one left,

so I started taking them
to stay awake

so I could help my patients.

I know.

But it did get out of hand.

I guess so.

What happens when
I crash from withdrawal?

I have to be on call
at all times.

There are no other doctors.
Who will tend the patients?

- I will.
- That'’s nice, Felix.

Look, I know you have
field medic training,

but what if the patient
or patients come in
with something beyond that,

- forgive me,
rudimentary training.
- They won'’t.

We'’re in a period
of calm right now.

But if something does come in
that I can'’t handle,

I'’ll call you and
you'’ll walk me through it.

Okay?

Okay.

Initializing sun protection now.

Attention all personnel,
brace for acceleration.

Everyone take a seat
or grab ahold of something.

Window opens
in three, two, one.

You hit the marks perfectly,
Lieutenant Brice!

- Was it ever in any doubt?
- Ready to open sails now!

- Whoo! Come on!
- Good going, everyone.

I don'’t want to jinx it,
but that couldn'’t have gone
more perfectly.

Uh, you jinxed it.
What just happened?

The star just threw off
a massive solar flare.

It tore a section of
the aft starboard sail.

- Any other damage?
- No.

But we can'’t pull out
of the star'’s gravity
without all of the sails.

- Meaning?
- Meaning, we'’ll be shot back

towards the damn star
and burn up

unless we think
of something very fast.

It'’s getting frigging
hot in here.

We'’re getting too close
to that star.

I'’ve tried to reroute more
energy to climate control,

but it'’s already pushed
to the limit.

The heat will be
the least of our problems

if we don'’t fix the sail
in the next twenty minutes.

- How do we do that?
- Usually, I would do
a spacewalk

and make the repair.
It would only take
a few Slavinsky clamps.

But we'’re too close.
The solar radiation would fry
anyone who goes out there.

- Exactly, but someone has to.
- Great.

So our best hope
is asking someone to do
another suicide mission.

I'’ll do it.

What is it with you
and your death wish, buddy?

It'’s an not
a death wish--

There is someone
who may be able to do it

without it being a suicide.

Me.

One of my tardigrade
DNA strands

is to withstand
more solar radiation
than any of you.

But you'’d be exposed
to at least twice

what an average human
can handle.

- How much can you take?
- I don'’t know.
It was never tested.

Dr. Hall was afraid
it would kill me
if it didn'’t work.

And what if your changes
don'’t protect you? You'll die.

If I don'’t try, we all die.

This is Garnet.
Headed for Airlock 5.

Have a suit and helmet ready
for an immediate EVA.

108 Fahrenheit
and rising in here.
42 degrees Celsius.

I'’ve arrived at Mast A-12.

Climbing out
to the damaged sail.

Keep yourself tethered.

That'’s rich, coming from
Mister "I know what
I'’m doing here."

- Just be careful.
- How you feeling?
Radiation-wise, I mean?

Skin'’s feeling
like a bad sunburn.
Tolerable, so far.

Approaching the damage.

Okay.

Now pull the folded piece
from the base of the fold.

Careful not to damage
any of the cells.

Now use your Slavinsky clamps
to reattach the sail

to the mast hold 32B and 32C.

Done.

Okay, I'’m going to trim it
from here.

Hold on tight.

Garnet?

Garnet, are you okay?

Not really.
Coming back in.

I'’ll meet you at the airlock.

Garnet is in the airlock.
Outer door is sealed.

Garnet, Garnet!

- Garnet.
- She has a pulse.

Help me get her to the med bay.

Thrust is approaching breakaway.

Everyone brace.

Five, four, three, two, one.

Breakaway achieved.

Accelerating!
We just doubled our velocity.

Still accelerating!

Tapering off at 3.8 times
our original speed.

Better than I thought we'’d do.

So that means
we'’ll make it to the planet.

That it does, Alicia.

- Oh, darn.
- Oh, darn?

Um, remember that sensor
algorithm that Angus
and I came up with

- to detect the substance
that burnt the ship?
- Yes. Yes, what about it?

It just detected loads of it

on the planet
we'’re headed towards.

Wait, so you'’re saying

we might be jumping out
of the frying pan

and straight into the fire?

Where'’s Dr. Kabir?

- Indisposed.
- What? Where is she? Get her!

- Help me get her out
of this pressure--
- I won'’t ask you again.

- Where is Dr. Kabir?
- I am perfectly capable

of dressing these burns
and running IV for fluids.

That'’s all that can be done
for her at this time.

- What are you not telling me?
- What I am telling you,

Lieutenant, is that you
need to go back on that bridge

and figure out our next move.

You'’re in charge now.
I'’ve got this.

- She better not die.
- She will not.

I will notify you
when she awakens.

Where do we stand now?

Um, the planet that
we'’re barreling towards

is full of the substance that
dissolved parts of this ship.

When Angus analyzed it,
he thought it could be a weapon.

From who? We'’re the only
people out this far.

Little green men?

More likely just
a natural deposit.

I think we should change course,
just to be safe.

We need the uranium
or we'’re dead in space.

- We'’ll find it somewhere else.
- And if we don'’t, we die.

Well, acting captain,
what do you suggest we do?

Uh, I don'’t know.

- What do you think?
- I'’ve just told you.

I think we should change course.

Do we have some kind of probe
that we could send ahead?

- No.
- Can the sensors give us
any other clue

- about what we'’re flying into?
- No.

What we need
is an advance scout,

but we don'’t have
one of those either.

Yes, we do.
The shuttle, right?

I could fly ahead,
recon the situation

before the ark'’s anywhere
near the danger zone.

- But the shuttle can'’t fly
faster than the ark.
- Actually, it can.

Since it will start already
at the speed we'’re traveling,

the shuttle'’s boosters
can only add speed
in the vacuum of space.

They should take it
well ahead of Ark One.

Brice, that substance
can melt the entire shuttle
with you in it.

Yeah, well, shuttle'’s got
more chance of evading notice
than this great big ship.

You know what
Lieutenant Garnet would say.

Honestly,
I don'’t really care, mate.

- You'’re in charge now.
- She would say we can'’t risk
our only navigator.

Yeah. Ah, but I'’ve been
training up Cogner.

She can navigate.
Isn'’t that right, Cogner?

Not really. You'’ve barely
taught me anything.

- Oh, that--
- Maybe I should take
the shuttle.

- I'’m a pilot.
- Look, I'’m not being funny,

Lane,
but you'’re not quite
the pilot I am.

They'’d shoot you out of space
before you'’d remember which
yoke controller to pull.

- I am expendable.
- No more than anyone else, man.

- Right,
I'’m gonna prep the shuttle.
- Then I'’ll go, too, to assist.

- No. No, you won'’t.
- We'’ll lose
the navigator

- and best engineer.
- It'’s fine, Eva. Really.

- I'’m not risking
two key people.
- There'’s a very good chance

- he won'’t make it
halfway to the target.
- Why not?

Because I'’m not 100% sure

about the repairs
we made to the shuttle.

He might need me there
to keep it running.

I'’ll manage. Thank you.

Then I won'’t clear
the shuttle for the flight.

- You already have.
- I don'’t care.

I'’ll announce to the whole crew

that you took
a broken shuttle and why.

I'’ll tell them
everything about you.

What is she talking
about, Brice?

I don'’t know. That I'm taking
too many risks maybe.

- Well, she'’s not wrong.
- Well, then maybe
she should come.

I didn'’t say that.
We need our engineer.

Sasha is as good as I am.

Let'’s go, Eva.

So this is what it'’s like
being in charge.

- Shouldn'’t we put on our suits?
- You feel free.

I don'’t intend on needing it.

Shuttle prepared
for departure.

You have a go.
Be careful.

- I always am.
- Never are.

You know, I--
I think I know why you
insisted on coming with me.

- I'’m sure you do.
- It'’s because you just can't
get enough of me, isn'’t it?

Oh, yeah, that'’s exactly why.

I didn'’t want
our only shuttle to crash

because you passed out
at the wheel.

- I'’m not gonna pass out.
- Good.

Oh, and why the way,
it uses a yoke.

There is no wheel.

It was a figure of speech, genius.

Why don'’t you just tell me
what you have wrong with you.

- Um, no.
- Why not?

I'’m already keeping
your secret anyway

- without even knowing
what it is.
- How fast do you reckon

I can push this baby?
Because I would really like

to shorten this conversation.

I wouldn'’t push it
any more than that.

Oh, very funny.

Shit!

Good. You have a pulse.

Come on, wake up!

I can'’t pilot this hunk
of metal alone. Wake up!

Shuttle,
what'’s your progress?

All is well.
We'’re approaching the target.

Brice, send me
the approach vectors.

Lieutenant Brice,
he'’s in the toilet.

He'’ll respond in a second--
minute.

Come on, wake up,
wake up, wake up.

Wake up, dummy. Wake up!

You love me.
You want to kiss--

Aah! Ow!

- Not gonna pass out, huh?
- Ah.

It was a damn good thing
that I was here.

Yeah, I--
I would'’ve woken up anyway.

Maybe in a few days.

Ark One wants
the approach vectors.

Right.

Um, we are approaching
the target.

The vector is 5330.

Copy. Hey, Brice,

next time go to the toilet
before you leave.

Yeah, uh,
sorry about that, mate.

Um, blame Angus, man.

Those veggies
went right through me.

Brice out.

You told them
I went to the toilet
on a recon mission?

What should I have told them?
That you passed out at the yoke?

Fair point.

Thank you, for, you know,
keeping it quiet.

I won'’t continue to do so
if you don'’t tell me
what'’s going on.

Eva, it'’s private, okay?

Ark One, there'’s
something you should--

All right, all right. Fine.

I have Klampkins disease.

- It'’s a terminal--
- I know what it is.

I knew people who died from it.

There is no cure.

No.

It'’s from all that crap that
Trust put in the atmosphere

trying to save the planet.

Just ended up
poisoning people like me.

Do you mind me asking
how long do you have?

Nobody knows.

It kills some people in weeks,
others in years.

Do these passing out episodes
mean it'’s getting worse?

Um, no.

No, it comes in clusters,
you know?

Then it goes away again.
Then it comes back.

The last cluster was, um--

it was about a year
before the ark launched.

This explains so much,

like why you have
a goddamn death wish.

Yeah, I guess.

I mean,
I'’m gonna die anyway, right?

Look, um,
nobody knows on the ark.

- Not even Dr. Kabir?
- Not exactly, no.

- She might be able to help you.
- Look, Eva, please, please.

There'’s nothing she can do,
all right?

And to be perfectly honest,
I don'’t--

I don'’t really
want to be treated like
some fragile patient

for whatever remains
of my life, you know?

I'’d like to
accomplish something.

I'’d like to maybe be
instrumental in creating
a new world for humanity.

Who knows?

Otherwise,
what was my life even for?

- Can you understand that?
- Yes.

So you won'’t...

You won'’t tell anybody?

- Where'’s Dr. Kabir?
- Good to see you awake,
Lieutenant Garnet.

I'’m caring for you
at this time.

- Why? Where'’s Sanji?
- I'’m right here.

- Dr. Kabir, there'’s no need--
- How'’s our patient?

I treated Lieutenant Garnet'’s
burns with lubramesithin salve

and gave her
iodinatol for the radiation
with IV fluids.

Well done.
How are you feeling, Sharon?

I'’m not dead.

Dr. Hall'’s alterations
must have worked.

Well, thanks are owed
to Dr. Hall, I guess.

Yeah. Our mutual friend
was pretty smart.

Yeah.

Dr. Kabir, I have this.

There'’s no need
for you to be here.

No offense, Sanji,
but you look as bad as I feel.

- What'’s going on?
- She'’s just exhausted.

I insisted she take
a much needed day off.

You don'’t need
to cover for me, Felix.

Cover for you?

Sharon, I'’ve been taking
amphetamines to stay awake.

So many, in fact,
that it became a problem,

but I'’m done with that now.

- I should'’ve seen it.
- It'’s not your fault.

Don'’t worry.
I'’ll be a mess
for a couple of weeks,

but I'’ll get through it.

Um, now if you'’ll excuse me,
I'’m gonna go vomit some more.

- She'’ll get through this.
- I know.

Thanks, Felix,
for both of us.

Any chance you can get me
back on that bridge?

That is not advisable.

So, how about an update?

Good to have you back, Sharon.

Why don'’t you sit in
the captain'’s chair?

- It'’s easier access.
- No, I'’m not the captain.

Well, you'’re the acting captain.

No one sits in that chair
except the captain.

Take me to my usual spot.

Fill me in.

We'’re approaching the planet.

Brice took the shuttle ahead?

- Brice and Eva.
- You were out.

- I had to make decisions.
- Angus'’ and my sensor,

it detected a whole bunch of
the stuff that damaged our ship.

We had to find out
if it was safe to approach
the planet, so--

So you sent Brice ahead.

Smart move.
I would'’ve done the same.

Wouldn'’t have sent Eva, but,
I mean, what can you do?

This is tiny
even for a dwarf planet.

This doesn'’t make any sense.

I'’ve scanned the whole surface.

We'’re not detecting
either element.

No U-238
or the destructive stuff?

Did you check the equipment?

Is that Sharon Garnet I hear?
Glad you'’re alive, sister.

- Glad to be alive.
- Welcome back, Lieutenant.

To answer your question,
I ran the scanner check.
It'’s working fine.

It detects every other element,

but not U-238 or the acid stuff.

We really have to come up
with a name for that stuff.

- How about Aliciaminium?
- Or not.

The scanners can only scan
line of sight surfaces.

Could it be on the other side
of the planetoid?

- Hey, Brice,
swing around and check.
- Roger that.

- Oh, shit!
- Sranje!

Sorry, I didn'’t get that.
Please repeat.

Um, well, you guys aren'’t
going to believe this,

but, uh, the U-238
and the Aliciaminium...