A weary and sleep-deprived Clarke drives with great effort. She spies the node-board she had plugged into the dash panel.

Inside, Clarke ponders the node-board on her left.

JUMP CUT TO:

FLASHBACK: Several hours after the accident that killed her parents, the Girl is back in her quarters. She slowly packs a suitcase with clothing and assorted toys.

In the room as well is Captain Bova. He kneels down in front of her tenderly.

BOVA: “Look at me.”

He lifts the Girl’s chin. She struggles to make eye contact.

BOVA: “Your folks were good friends of mine. What they did today saved a lot of lives. Thousands of people you and I have never met. But, someday, we will. And they’ll have your parents to thank.”

The Girl listens, portraying a wisdom beyond her years.

BOVA: “No matter what, from here on out, you and I are in this together. I’m going to teach you all about the mission. We still have twenty years left in this journey, and I’m going to need your help getting us all there in one piece.” (softly) “Can

The Girl nods, her face filled with maturity.

GIRL: “Yes, I can.”

Back inside the TerraCat, Clarke is more resolute than ever. She realizes now is the best time to implement her plan.

CLARKE: “TerraCat, access the node-board.”

TERRACAT: “Accessing.”

A wave of nausea — the outcome of radiation exposure — hits her hard. She does her best to continue.

CLARKE: “I want you to… I want…”

Clarke can’t hold back.

[She quickly unbuckles her restraints.]

She turns and throws up into the seat well.

[Clarke sits back, getting a grip on herself.]

She coughs and wipes her mouth, pulling it together.

CLARKE: “I want you to recalibrate.”

TERRACAT: “Specify parameters.”

CLARKE: “When it’s reinstalled, the board will access the entire shield grid.”

A screen in front of her shows a map of the towers. Each one that’s operational is nowhere near the patterns of geoglyph.

CLARKE: “Set it to increase output to two hundred percent in every working tower.”

Clarke stares at the horizon, pondering the future.

[She undoes a pocket on the front of her suit.]

She reaches into a pocket on her suit and pulls out a card-sized, dog-eared printout of the Eiffel Tower.

[Closeup shot of the weathered card.]

She looks at it for a moment with emotion, then stuffs it back in her pocket, and punches the steering wheel in anger.

CLARKE: “I’m gonna kill that fucking thing.”

With new resolve, Clarke re-engages the rover’s engine.

INT. AEROFOX

An annoyed Baxter lays on Clarke’s seat — now in bed-mode. The auto-doc is active on her abdomen.

BAXTER: “How much longer?”

OMNI: “Three minutes. I’ve plotted the trajectory to Node Forty-Seven.”

BAXTER: “Perfect.”

LATER. Outside, Baxter works at the access panel.

She grabs a number of nano-paste repair patches from her utility belt.

OMNI: (COMM VOICE) “I knew Kyle his entire life.”

BAXTER: “You two were close. I felt it.”

OMNI: (COMM VOICE) “He was different. Often bullied as a child. He confided in me.”

Baxter applies patches to the damaged areas, molding them around the tubing by hand.

BAXTER: “We can’t let him die in vain.”

Baxter nods in agreement.

[Baxter puts the finishing touches on her work. In the distance, Persephone’s crackling terminator storm looms.]

Tapping a button on her wrist, she activates the patches, which fully harden in seconds.

OMNI: (COMM VOICE) “I’m reading closure.”

Baxter frowns, lost in thought.

[Baxter turns to survey the alien wasteland.]

BAXTER: “Omni, when we were at the node, I saw something. A second source of energy. Could it have been from the geoglyph?”

OMNI: (COMM VOICE) “It’s highly likely.”

Baxter jumps down from the heat shield to the ground.

She walks around the ship, giving it a final visual inspection.

BAXTER: “We need more time to figure this all out.”

OMNI: (COMM VOICE) “We don’t have it. Clarke will arrive at Node Two-Twelve in less than thirty minutes.”

BAXTER: “Let’s move.”