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SCIENTIST ONE: ...the structure of that airplane would've had to withstand extreme forces far in excess of what it was designed to withstand—
MODERATOR: So you're saying it wasn't a wormhole?
MICHAELA: Something happened to Cal. He's in the hospital.
JARED: I'm sorry, Mick. I thought this was one of you know, one of those things you're not explaining to me.
CAL: Pomogni Mi! Pomogni Mi! Help!
BEN: Any of these familiar?
MICHAELA: That's my bro. "Beautiful Mind," travel edition.
ANNA ROSS: Yeah, motel living. I thought I was coming home to a house in the suburbs, loving husband, but he served me with divorce papers as soon as I stepped foot out of the hangar.
MICHAELA: You want to hear my version? My fiance married my best friend.
GRACE: The last time Cal got sick, you went down a rabbit hole looking for every remedy, shutting out the world, shutting out me, and so I spiraled and shut you out...
JARED: You swore to me this wasn't one of your things. But yet here you are digging into something you're clearly not supposed to. You know what? I don't care anymore. Do whatever you want. Just leave me out of it.
MICHAELA: Okay, according to this, the day that we were released, the NYPD escorted four buses from a hangar to nearby government shelters.
ANNA ROSS: No, not four. There were five.
Marko Valeriev: Pobŭrzaĭte!