(Scenes from Legends of Tomorrow Season 5, Episode 10)
Captain Lance still hasn't woken up from her coma. I've let Captain Sharpe known that I'm monitoring her and running tests. My news has only exacerbated her concerns. At the same time, the other Legends are wary of having Miss Logue on the Waverider. She did create mayhem by sending those Encores across the timeline. The ones Miss Tarazi and Mr. Constantine dealt with were an exception. That occurrence was the handiwork of her mentor, Lachesis... as in Charlie's oldest sister. I suppose everybody knows somebody.
A week later, Mr. Rory requests me to fly to present-day Central City. I land the Waverider on a soccer field in a park. He also has the cloaking device activated prior to disembarking for a few minutes. The drifter returns with Miss Dunn. Her mother has agreed to let her stay with him for the weekend. The dazzled adolescent enters the cargo bay with her father. I've learned that she is named after Lita Ford of the Runaways. While I don't like him referring to the ship as a "bucket of bolts", I do commend him for making a genuine effort to bond with his daughter.
They walk through the corridors as Mr. Constantine and Miss Logue are exiting a different room. The sorcerer is the only one gladdened to see her because she isn't in Hell anymore. He attests that the Legends tend to befriend anyone who hasn't eliminated them within a week. Miss Logue, on the other hand, intends to leave the Waverider when her mother is resurrected. She will have to wait in line.
In the bridge, Captain Sharpe, Dr. Heywood, and Miss Tarazi are observing Charlie in a meditative state in the parlour. The interim captain inquires, "What is she doing?"
"She said she wanted to get into the right headspace," the historian replies.
"Oh, I totally get it," the hyphenate says. "There's nothing like a 20-second meditation micro-sesh to Zen out—"
"Did we miss the weaving?" Mr. Green runs into the bridge. He has portaled himself on board a few minutes prior. "I hope we didn't miss the weaving." Who is "we"?
They and I quickly notice the Jack Russell terrier in his arms. "Whoa," Captain Sharpe exclaims. "Gary, what—you have a dog? We don't have dogs. This is not a dog place."
He calmly raises his hand with a sanguine smile. "I have a letter from my therapist."
"We don't have therapists either." Perhaps they should change that.
"Well, we should," he earnestly retorts. Did he and I just agree on something? Placing his terrier down, the novice wizard retrieves his therapist's letter from his back pocket."Going to Hell generated a lot of anxiety."
Dr. Heywood snatches it from him and reads it. "Well, this says this is his emotional support animal. It's signed and everything."
"I don't have time for this," Captain Sharpe declares, returning the letter to Mr. Green.
"I've named him Gary Junior." He glances down, enunciating, "Oh, he's made a tiny tinkle." Did his dog create a puddle on my floor?
"Ew," Miss Tarazi moans.
The grinning novice wizard states, "He isn't ship-broken." Is he proud of this fact? The terrier immediately runs out. "Junior! He's usually a very good boy. Everyone, watch your step." He soon chases after his therapy animal.
Mr. Green exits the bridge, passing Mr. Constantine and Miss Logue. The smirking sorcerer taunts, "Oh. Chasing tail now, are we, Gary? That's a first."
"Wait, wait, wait, wait," the interim captain says. "Don't step—" Her warning becomes pointless when he treads on Gary Junior's wet patch.
"Bollocks." Mr. Constantine shouts, "Gary!" At that precise point, Charlie finishes her meditation. She feels "almost ready" to use the Loom of Fate. It has been a few millennia since the Fate has done so. She rubs her hands together, querying who will be revived first. Dr. Heywood and Miss Tarazi vote for Mr. Tarazi. The sorcerer and Miss Logue speak in favor of her mother.
Miss Tarazi is dumbstruck by this. "Behrad first, John."
"Yeah, look, uh… well, I made a promise to Astra, love."
"I'm with Zari," the historian states. He's inclined to help her; simultaneously, he wants to size himself up. "Behrad."
"Who's Behrad," the testy newcomer asks. "I did not come back from Hell to take a number and wait my turn."
"He is my brother," the hyphenate answers, "and he's part of the team that found the rings. We're getting him back first."
"Okay, stop, stop," the interim captain asserts. "Everybody, stop arguing. You'll all gonna get a chance, but Sara's in a coma. Charlie's gonna weave her first." Why couldn't they resolve this beforehand?
The careworn Fate rubs her temples. "All right, enough!" This halts the quarrel, drawing attention to her. "Come on guys. This is exactly why I should've left the damn thing broken. Okay, I'm gonna choose. It's Behrad. Now, googles on and let's get going." Charlie had me fabricate a pair of special goggles for the other Legends to protect their eyesight. They don them prior to entering the parlour. Charlie unlocks the lid of the box guarding the rings. As she picks them up one by one, she identifies them. The first is hers as Clotho, the "maker of threads and extremely rad dresser". The second is that of Lachesis, "the weaver of destinies and manipulative control freak". The third and final is that of Atropos, "the cutter of threads and a heartless psychopath". The Fate arranges the rings and recites something in Greek. I can see an ebullient glow in the parlour; however, it's difficult to decipher what exactly is occurring there. Charlie finds Mr. Tarazi's thread in a "tangled mess", which may be due to the amount of time travel he has done. She isn't dissuaded from this though. Suddenly, a huge energy wave appears, stupefying everyone in the parlour and disabling the Waverider. My neural core is not critically impacted.
A blackout, of course, permeates the ship. Those who are present consecutively regain consciousness. "Ow," I hear someone utter. A few more whispers indicate the same expression.
"All right," Captain Sharpe murmurs. Thankfully, I'm able to proceed to evaluate the severity of the ship's infliction. She sits up and rubs her neck, calling, "Gideon, status. Gideon?"
"Still assessing the damage, Captain Sharpe. Running on back-up power." Dr. Heywood helps the interim captain to her feet. Everyone else stands upright. Irrespective of the setback, Mr. Tarazi is not reanimated. Charlie reveals that she hasn't plied the Loom of Fate alone until now. Although animosity lies among the sisters, the idea of a trinity is impartially vital for its usefulness. Miss Logue volunteers at an attempt, claiming that Lachesis is preparing her to be a Fate. Charlie scoffs at this since the Loom won't ever work with someone mortal.
"Okay," Miss Tarazi says. "What are we supposed to do?"
"Right now," Captain Sharpe affirms, "we're just gonna sit tight and try to fix the ship." A second round of electrical sparks and a fallen piece of metal validates her decision.
Mr. Constantine suggests, "I could do some research back at home. See if there isn't another way to harness the rings." He turns to regard the hyphenate, adding, "I could use another set of eyes." I bet he does.
She responds, "Yeah, I'm not going anywhere until Behrad's back."
Miss Logue has run out of patience. "Wait, so I left an empire in Hell for 'sit tight'? For 'do some research'? Not good enough." That will be the least of all their problems.
"Apologies," I interject, "but no one's going anywhere. The energy blast created an anti-chronomatic field. Time travel functions are off-line."
The historian clarifies, "So, no jumpship or time couriers?"
"All out of commission."
"Great," he groans.
"Hmm, we're stuck," Miss Tarazi surmises. During that time, Mr. Rory and Miss Dunn have no clue what has happened in the parlour. I notify them about the current situation. The displeased father has promised to take his daughter time-traveling. She assures him that she'll pass her incoming exam without that special privilege. Mr. Rory settles on finding a quiet place for her to study. Miss Dunn, following him in another direction, queries the verification of my saying "Loom of Fate".
Taking a break from fixing the Waverider, Captain Sharpe visits the comatose Captain Lance in the medbay. She despairingly sits by her side. "Things are really bad, baby. The ship's broken, the Loom backfired and almost killed Charlie, everybody's bickering. The chances of getting Behrad back have never felt more slim." The interim captain looks at her unconscious partner. "We could really use your vision. I could really use you." She rests her face on the former's hand. Phenomenally, Captain Lance is stirred awake. Her partner perceives this as well. "Sara, you're alive." She squats down in front of her.
Upon opening her eyes, the responsive captain looks around the room. "Ava? I can't see anything."
The co-captain impetuously straightens herself. "Gideon, what's wrong with her eyes?"
"Unfortunately, Captain Sharpe, at my current power levels, I am unable to offer a prognosis. I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? What are you talking about?" I can only do so much with limited power. "She's blind. Reroute some power, Gideon. Do something."
"Ava, shh," Captain Lance soothes. "It's okay, all right? It's probably just temporary."
"And what if it's not? Lay back." She does, while the co-captain returns to her side. "Who knows what else is wrong with you?" Captain Sharpe ponders this aloud as she grasps her partner's hand. Suddenly alarmed, the latter gasps and pulls it away. "Sara? Sara, what's wrong?" Her question is met with dazed silence.
Along with what I've previously mentioned, I've turned off certain appliances to safely preserve Mr. Tarazi's body. Meanwhile, Captain Lance has navigated her way to the lab with her partner's assistance. She creates a blindfold out of a strip of fabric. Captain Sharpe watches her putting it on from behind. "You were startled when we touched. What happened?"
The captain sighs, "Nothing." She turns to face her afterwards.
However, Captain Sharpe is not swayed by the short-spoken answer. "Are you hiding something from me?"
"Always," she jokes.
"Come on, Sara."
"Babe, it was just a weird reaction to waking up from a coma." The reaction was delayed by five minutes.
Captain Lance goes to exit the lab, but her significant other stops her from taking another step forward. "Whoa. No, no, no, no. Where do you think you're going? You can't see."
"I was trained while blindfolded for weeks in the League of Assassins. And nobody knows how to fix the ship like I do. Except for maybe Ray and Jax." Both of whom got married and left. "And Rip and Stein." Neither will ever return. "I guess Behrad's not bad either." To elaborate her words, his work has been terrific. "But you know what? None of them are walking through that door, so let's go." The captain links her arm to Captain Sharpe's, rotating her towards the door. As they traverse through the corridor, she queries, "So what did I miss?"
"Oh, nothing much, actually. Just, uh…" The captains' path crosses that of Mr. Rory. "Hey, Mick."
"Hi." The drifter acknowledges Miss Dunn, "Oh, uh… Lita. This is Sara Lance, the captain. Sara, this is Lita, my kid." He doesn't seem to consider Captain Lance's blindness.
"Oh, uh, nice to meet you." The captain stretches her hand out to the adolescent visitor. As soon as Miss Dunn shakes it, the former has the same response as before in the medbay. She doesn't register the latter's words directed to her. "Uh, what? Sorry."
"I just said it's really cool that there's a woman in charge here."
She nods slightly, "Uh-huh, uh, yes."
Captain Sharpe clings onto her arm, saying to Miss Dunn, "Good to see you." She briskly leads the mole-eyed leader away. I am certain, under different circumstances, this conversation will be pleasanter. "Come on." She hushedly inquires, "What are you not telling me?" Has she always been taller than Captain Lance?
"What are you not telling me? There's a kid on the ship?" They halt as Gary Jr.'s barking echoes through the corridor. Him I do not like. "And a dog, Ava?"
"Um… uh, Gary has an emotional-support animal." Captain Lance finds this notion hard to believe. "He had a signed letter." For which she didn't have time.
"That's not a thing." It actually is.
"I don't know, baby." She then drags her to the galley. With the captain's internal organs no longer suspended, she will need sustenance. It is also enjoyable to watch Captain Sharpe taking on as Captain Lance's caretaker, even though she reminds her that she isn't absolutely helpless.
In the lounge, a solitary Miss Tarazi ponders over the pictures of herself and Mr. Tarazi at the reunion. Miss Logue finds her and remarks that she has heard a bit about him. The technician, in her opinion, "sounds like a pretty nice guy". The wily regent queries if the siblings were close prior to his death. The hyphenate answers that they were starting to. She is implacable on getting her brother back. Miss Logue discreetly appeals to Miss Tarazi her idea.
Mr. Rory ultimately offers Miss Dunn access to the library. She greatly wants to explore the Waverider. Her father insists that she studies at the same time as he skims through her history textbook. The adolescent girl challenges his knowledge of the French Revolution. Better yet, she requests to speak to someone who knows the subject. Dr. Heywood introduces himself to her and flaunts his steel powers. She deems him the "coolest professor" she's ever met. Mr. Rory pushes them to start studying, but the historian proffers they should have snacks. He opines that I make the best snacks. Miss Dunn admits her favorite is "ants on a log". Dr. Heywood then asks her father to run to the fabricator with them smirking. Mr. Rory doesn't like how matters are developing, but he remains silent.
The captains encounter Mr. Constantine in the parlour. Captain Lance tells of her blindness prior to sitting on the steps. Leaning on the console, Captain Sharpe emphasizes how I can't diagnose the former properly without draining the ship's reserve power. The sorcerer broods over the circumstances in a meander. "Ah, what's happening with your sight is a mystery, love." He brushes her chin, querying, "Are you experiencing any more effects?"
Captain Lance flinches again, rapidly blinking a few times. "No, nothing." She then puts her blindfold back on.
"Oh, well, we'll just have to wait and see, then. Ah, there is one other matter to discuss. Astra Logue is on the ship."
"What? Ava?"
Captain Sharpe swats his arm. She approaches the captain, "Uh, sorry, babe. But there was just never a good time to tell you." There were three opportunities presented to her. "Astra was only supposed to be here temporarily, and the Loom didn't work."
At this point, Captain Lance's dubiety has peaked. "She cannot be on the ship! I mean, what if she goes on a stabbing spree?"
"A stabbing spree? That seems a little excessive, honey."
"Look, she's made her choice," Mr. Constantine declares. "She's decided to throw in with us now. Why would you doubt her?"
"I don't know, okay? It's just… it's a feeling." She suspects something. "John, I need you by her side 24/7."
"Fine." The sorcerer exits the bridge to find Miss Logue. The captain heads in the opposite direction, but Captain Sharpe stops her. She stays, sensing her partner's worry.
I couldn't operate the food fabricator because it got damaged. I do not know how it happened. Mr. Rory is resorted to making the snacks by hand. The drifter's frustrated grunts indicate a struggle of its own. "Again, I do apologize that the fabricator is not functioning, Mr. Rory." He pays no mind to me; after what happened with Captain Sharpe, I consequently tolerate his mumblings.
At that moment, Mr. Green and his dog stop by. "Oh man. It must have been damaged in the explosion. Oh, ants on a log?" I hear large footsteps, so he must've entered. "Are those for sharesies?"
"My kid," the drifter replies.
"Oh, I see what's happening here. You're new to this whole parenting thing. You know what?" Smaller footfalls mean the terrier's walking. "I think you need some advice from Papa Gare." If I had eyebrows, one would be raised right now. "Parenting is about doing the crap work, no matter how degrading and never ever once hearing a word of thanks. But you know in your heart that they appreciate it, even if their thought never crosses their mind." Huh, that is… profound. Am I glitching? "Oh, 'doodie calls', as they say." Are you joking with me? Presumably, Mr. Green cleans up after his dog.
In the bridge, the captains are repairing the Waverider. "I've removed panel 16-QW-45G," Captain Sharpe reports.
"Mm, no, I'm pretty sure I said 16-QW-45T."
"No, you said 'G'."
"No, 16—"
"Okay, yep. Finding T."
"Sara," Charlie speaks. "Caught a case of blindness, I hear?"
"Yeah, and while Gideon's down, uh, I'm stuck like this. It's no big deal."
"No big deal?" The Fate is incredulous to the captain's stance. "You're the first mortal to ever see a deity's true form and live to tell the tale. And you think that is no deal?"
"It is."
She sighs, "I know you're not being honest with me, Sara. I just want to help."
Captain Sharpe inquires, "What is she talking about, babe?"
"It's nothing, okay? I just… I didn't want to upset anyone."
"What's so upsetting?"
I know Captain Lance was hiding something big. She resistantly confesses, "When I touch somebody, I see people stabbed to death." It explains why she has shuddered thrice. "But it's probably just some subconscious fear kicked up by the coma. It's like a—it's a nightmare."
"You've lost one kind of vision and gained another. Sara, you're seeing the future."
"They're just nightmares, Charlie. This can't be the future; it's not possible."
"Why? You're a Paragon of Destiny who got radiated by immortal light. Why is it so impossible that you've gained the gift of foresight?"
"Because we don't all die."
"'We'? What do you mean," Captain Sharpe inquires. "Like in 50 years… or with me wearing this outfit?"
Captain Lance resignedly answers, "Option two."
"It's bloody obvious who's behind this," the Fate accuses.
"Charlie, would you stop with the Astra thing," Captain Sharpe fulminates. "She saved our lives in Hell, okay? I'm not gonna just assume the worst."
The clicking of high heels signals Miss Tarazi's arrival. "Like what? The fact that she's some manipulative psychopath? She just tried to get me to come in here and convince Charlie to use the Loom again."
"Okay, well, that's not a crime."
Mr. Green's shoes plod into the bridge. "Guys, the rings are gone. I found the box in the trash chute."
"Okay, that is a crime."
"Gidget, play back internal monitoring of the parlour, please."
Not again. "My internal monitoring subsystems have been disabled. I'm afraid we have a saboteur on board."
"Okay," Captain Sharpe yields, "now I'm starting to assume the worst." Hence Miss Logue is taken to the holding cell. She is unsurprised by the recrimination aimed at her. "Look, Astra, you wanted the rings, and now they're gone. So…"
Captain Lance points out, "You're the only person who doesn't belong on this ship."
"Happily," the prisoner snarls.
"She never took the rings, all right," Mr. Constantine advocates. "I was with her the whole time. Besides, how is she supposed to have sabotaged Gideon, eh?"
"We have no idea, John," Captain Sharpe counters. "That's why she's here and not in the Temporal Zone. Come on, babe." The sound of marching feet is indicative of her leading her partner out of the lab.
Charlie solemnly says, "Sorry, Astra; you've spent too much time with my sisters to be trusted." After she leaves, Miss Logue makes a snide remark on receiving hospitality in the abyss than here. Mr. Constantine assures her that he'll find the real saboteur using his tracking spell. She regrets trusting him, but he quizzes whether her trust is conditional to have no alternatives. I surmise the lack of backtalk is equivalent to an affirmative.
Instead of helping Miss Dunn study, Dr. Heywood has listed all Legends with superhuman powers. Her father arrives with his homemade ants on a log. She queries him about his superpowers, only to be less impressed with his heat gun. The adolescent has actively protested gun rights in a march. The historian tries to rectify the situation by highlighting how Mr. Rory funds the Legends' missions through his theft. This only reminds Miss Dunn that her father missed most of her childhood due to his crimes landing him in prison. Dr. Heywood encourages the duo to audit the drifter's souvenirs from the French Revolution. He also enjoys the ants on a log Mr. Rory made.
I inform Captains Lance and Sharpe about the crackling in the server room. It has been ongoing prior to my discovering the security cameras are off. The former quizzes, "Well…?"
"Yeah, definitely sabotage."
"Yeah. Thought so."
Miss Tarazi joins them. "Ooh, what happened here?"
"We have a saboteur," Captain Sharpe confirms.
"I think I know who it is." While the latter captain begins making repairs, the hyphenate goes to interrogate Miss Logue. Their tension mostly pertains to Mr. Constantine not upholding his initial arrangement. Speaking of the sleuthing wizard, his tracking spell has leaded him to the captains' current location. "Ah, it seems we've all arrived at the scene of the crime. Well, this crime anyway."
Captain Lance entreats him, "You know, we could, um—we could just work together to find our ring thief."
He queries, "And how can I hope to defend Astra by teaming up with her accusers?"
"We're all looking for the truth, John," Captain Sharpe asserts.
"Yeah, well, some of us can just see the situation a little more clearly than others." At that moment, Captain Lance has another vision of someone's death. She gasps in horror and nearly falls on the monitor behind her.
"You okay," her significant other asks. "What's wrong?"
"I—it was me." Did she see her own murder? "I kill everyone." I thought she is a reformed assassin. She divulges what her premonitions have entailed, including her most recent. "Take me to the medbay and keep me there."
Her fulfilled request receives partial objection from Captain Sharpe. "Baby, you are an amazing assassin, okay? But you're blind, and now you've warned us. The idea of you killing everyone is—"
Mr. Constantine remarks, "Arrogant, delusional, and just plain rude?" Don't forget 'characteristically regressive'.
"Yeah, and you're not that kind of person."
"Something is going on with me, all right? I went from seeing you all dead to being the one responsible for it, and I don't know why. Look, you have to figure out what is going on. And until then, I cannot be trusted. So promise me, no matter what I say, you will not let me out of here."
Captain Sharpe relents, "Okay, I promise, honey. I trust you, all right? We're gonna get to the bottom of this. Just please take a breath."
"And, uh, what exactly are we getting to the bottom of," the sorcerer inquires her as she locks the doors to the medbay.
"I have no idea. She has lost her damn mind."
On the other hand, Miss Tarazi is hacking the backup feed to prove that Miss Logue stole the rings. Dr. Heywood and Charlie relay Captain Lance's self-imprisonment to her. The slated footage shows three incriminating pieces of evidence: the Fate has flushed the rings and scrapped its box; the hyphenate has disabled my main cameras; and the historian has damaged the food fabricator. Miss Logue is entertained by this twist of events. Conversely, none of them remembers committing these acts. They believe the implicated sovereign to be liable for mind control. There is a capacity to show reasonable doubt.
Captain Lance isn't handling her self-appointed confinement well. She is alerted by the locks being deactivated and opened. "Who's there?"
"It's Papa Gare to the rescue." His whining dog is wearing a suit and top hat his size.
"Damn it, Gary. What are you doing in here?" Was he not informed about her instructions?
"Oh, don't worry," Mr. Green reassures. "I'm not gonna let you out. I'm not a crazy person—"
"No, I'm serious. You cannot be in here. It is not safe."
"Well, neither is solitary confinement." Its detrimental effects on health do range from physical to cerebral. Mr. Green breathes heavily."Which is why, after careful consideration, I decided you need my emotional support dog more than I do."
"I mean, I guess…" The dog starts licking her face, which placates her. "I guess it is kind of comforting."
"Just promise me you'll treat him like the little angel." Captain Lance does prefer dogs over cats.
All of a sudden, her mood quickly changes. "Wait, wait. Oh man, it's the dog!" She pushes him back to Mr. Green. "Your dog is a demon, and it's gonna tell me to kill everyone." Where did I hear this from? "But you know what? I am not gonna listen. I'm not gonna listen, dog." As she flees from them, the terrier urinates again on the floor.
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't raise your voice. Gary Junior pees when he's very nervous." Oh, for the love of Pete.
Captain Lance speedily walks through the corridors. She arrives into the bridge, shouting, "Hey! Where is everyone?"
Captain Sharpe responds, "Sara? Sara, hey, hey." She and Mr. Constantine are staggered that she backtracked her own orders.
"Oh, bollocks," he exclaims. "How did you escape?"
"Hey, I figured it out. It's Gary's dog. He's gonna make me kill everyone."
"Okay, babe, just calm down. You told us not to listen to anything you say. I mean, the dog?"
"I know I'm sounding crazy—" Try outlandish. "—but I can prove to you that I am telling the truth, all right? Listen, I had a vision that I killed Gary, and then, in real-time, I saved him. The fact that he is alive right now proves that I'm not lying."
"You were right to lock yourself up, love," the sorcerer pointedly affirms.
"You can take me to that dog to see for yourselves." I suppose they decide to take her word for it. At the time, Mr. Green has cleaned up the second wet patch his dog has left. He's amid disinfecting when Captain Lance returns with Captain Sharpe and Mr. Constantine.
The co-captain inquires, "Gary, where is Gary Junior?"
"No idea." He reproaches the head captain, saying, "He ran off shortly after she screamed at him."
"What? I was saving your life."
"From whom?"
"From me!"
"Okay, enough. John, stay with Sara. Gary, let's go find the dog."
"Yes, teaming up like the old times." Mr. Green forgets what he's doing and rushes to hug Captain Sharpe.
"Whoa, gross. Can you wash your hands first, please?"
"Oh, right." He discards the soiled wipes before washing his hands. I peek inside the bathroom and catch him smelling the scented soap gel. Afterwards, the ex-Time Bureau agents are on the search for the wandering pooch. "Junior. Here, boy." Simultaneously, I can hear little paws tapping across the floor.
"He's not ship-broken, and he doesn't come when called. Where the hell did you get him?"
"I… uh, I don't want to say."
"Gary, my girlfriend's gone crazy, and I'm looking for a dog to prove it. I am beyond mad."
"Fine. I rescued him… from Hell."
"You adopted a hellhound?"
"Well, when you say it like that… I saw him when we got Astra. He was all alone. I felt bad for him."
"Oh my goodness. Sara was right. This dog is making us go crazy. This is more absurd than the StabCast episode I did on the Son of Sam."
"What… uh, what does 'Son of Sam' mean? I feel like Gary Junior keeps saying that whenever he barks."
"It was a guy in the 70s from New York. He killed a bunch of people and later said that a dog made him do it." It then dawns on us that everyone is acting nonsensical all because… "You adopted Son of Sam's demon dog!" Captain Sharpe runs to find the other Legends.
"At least I didn't buy from a breeder," Mr. Green calls.
By now, Miss Tarazi, Charlie, and Dr. Heywood have realized that Gary Junior was the real schemer. The terrier commands the historian to kill them with a stool. His gullible owner stops him in time with a dog whistle. Captain Sharpe implores Gary Junior, "Why are you doing this to us?" While I can hear barking, I can translate what he's saying. The mongrel hates three things: hats, stupid ties, and Mr. Green, though he rescued him from the abyss.
"From Hell," Charlie quizzically repeats. "Wait, are you working for my sisters?" As it turns out, the hellhound is a free agent known as the Canine of Chaos. He resolves to kill the Legends himself since his original plan failed. They retreat into the holding cell with Miss Logue. It transpires into an uncomfortable situation for them, which worsens after the exonerated regent was allowed out.
Captain Lance may be blind; as Mr. Constantine rightfully points out, she isn't hearing-impaired. After using her foresight to track down Gary Junior, she applies her aforementioned training. I can tell from the sounds. "Now what?"
"To send the demon to Hell, I need to know its true name."
"Well, I'm pretty sure it's not Gary Junior." Miss Logue unexpectedly supplies the helpful information. The Canine of Chaos curses her before he is sent back to the underworld. Once everything is calmed down and the other Legends are released, the captains complete fixing the Waverider. "All right, that should do it. Gideon, are we back online?"
I reactivate the power in all systems without failure. "I'm happy to report all functions are restored."
Captain Lance's approving grin wanes into a grimace. "Ugh, you smell that?" She closes her nostrils.
Captain Sharpe gags at the odor. "What—ugh! Gideon, did something die in your ventilation system?" No, they are clean.
"No, it's me." Mr. Green appears in the western entrance, wearing dirty coveralls as well as rubber gloves and boots. He carries a duffel bag in one hand and a sandwich bag holding three signet rings in the other. "I had to scour every inch of the waste disposal unit, but I found the rings."
"Whoa, whoa, hold on." The latter retrieves the clear bag from him using a pair of large tweezers. "Thanks, Gary."
He removes his gloves, acknowledging, "Yeah, I've figured getting the rings was a tough but fair punishment for letting a hellhound onto the ship."
"It's all right," Captain Lance accedes. "All is forgiven. You were obviously mind-controlled."
"I wasn't. I just thought he was really cute."
"Of course you did," she quips.
"Yeah. Well, this has been very traumatic for me. So, once the time couriers came back online, I got myself another emotional-support animal." The captains are disbelieving as the novice wizard unzips the duffel bag. He wrests a small creature with very unkempt fur. "It's a 'wittle wabbit'."
Captain Sharpe gasps, "Oh, babe, it's actually really cute."
"I've named him Gary Junior II."
"Please tell me he's not from Hell, though, because I'm gonna have to—" Her curled hands signalize the possibility for a strangulation.
"No, no, I wouldn't make that mistake again." This expunges her unspoken threat. "I got this 'wittle' guy from a mysterious carnie who warned me never to feed him past midnight." As he carefreely laughs, I zoom in on the co-captain, who seems to be experiencing myokymia.
Mr. Rory and Miss Dunn are unharmed from the hellhound's attack. Prior to this, they've gotten into another bout of miscommunication. The father-daughter duo manages to reconcile in the galley. He understands if she wants to return home. Conversely, she does want to stay for the weekend, regarding today as "not so bad" and him as "Dad". The duo continues debating on what they can do tomorrow excluding roller derby or "the mall".
Miss Logue is helping herself to a glass of bourbon on the parlour's steps. Miss Tarazi finds her and reveals that she told Captain Sharpe because it benefited the Legends. The former discloses she helped them with the hellhound for her own benefit too. They agree that they are not friends and intend on exploiting each other until it no longer suits them. While the sovereign insists that she isn't planning on lingering around, she gives the hyphenate points for offering to give her a tour of the ship.
The captains head to the medbay hand-in-hand. "You know," Captain Sharpe solicits, "I was thinking maybe later we could—"
Captain Lance smirks, "Try blindfolding you?"
She playfully rolls her eyes. "Stop reading my mind, or it's gonna get—"
"Awesome?"
The former chuckles as she guides the latter to the nearest chair. "Okay, let's just fix you up." She carefully withdraws her blindfold. Captain Lance reclines with her eyes open. "Okay, Gideon, do your thing." Yes, captain. I examine the occipital, parietal, temporal, and frontal lobes of her brain.
"Scan complete. I do not detect any abnormalities in Captain Lance's visual system."
She demands, "What do you mean, no abnormalities?"
"Gideon, she's still blind," Captain Sharpe persists.
"I'm sorry, but there's nothing I can do." It's discouraging that I can't provide a diagnosis for the captain's blindness. Later on, her frustrated partner gripes on how I could've done better. She makes these critiques as if I don't hear every conversation on the Waverider. The former warrants that I couldn't detect the abnormalities because they are likely mystical. She tells the latter that I did my best. While her vote of confidence is taken into account, my efficiency must be optimal.