(Scenes from Legends of Tomorrow Season 6, Episode 1)

A crew did climb aboard the Waverider at one o'clock this morning, but they were not the Legends. Several hard-partying punk rockers made a mess everywhere on the ship excluding the crew quarters. I locked those doors in advance. The punks drank cases of beer and discarded their garbage on the floor. They thought I was some booze-induced hallucination when I told them to clean their mess. I was able to recognize Captain Sharpe among them, but she was too inebriated to resolve the issue. The co-captain stumbled her way into the bathroom after she engaged in their revelry. She puked in the toilet prior to ultimately keeling over the bowl. This was at 4:30am. Note to self: fabricate hangover remedy.

Two hours and 30 minutes later, Mr. Rory strolls in through the cargo bay. He indifferently perceives the disarray and has an English breakfast in the galley. One of the punks wakes up for two seconds. Mr. Rory finishes his meal and goes to the bathroom, where Captain Sharpe is still dozing. "Punks," he grunts. "Can't hold their liquor." He flushes the toilet, to which the co-captain's head jerks upright.

She bleats, "Is that the ocean?"

"No, and you look like garbage," he bluntly replies.

"I feel like garbage." The co-captain glances over her shoulder at him. Why aren't you—where the hell were you last night?"

"I was dropping off Lita at her mom's."

She scoffs, "Aren't you a good dad? Ow." Staggering to her feet, Captain Sharpe props herself within the water-closet's doorframe. "Hey, how come nobody tucked me in?" That's mostly what Captain Lance does.

"You're asking me?"

Captain Sharpe walks past him towards the sink. She lucidly examines her face in the mirror. It is coated with glitter and streaks of faded mascara. "Hey, did you see Sara when you came in?"

"No."

"Gideon, where's Sara?"

"Captain Lance did not return to the Waverider."

The co-captain stops amid refreshing her face. She turns to Mr. Rory, wondering aloud, "Sara is missing?"

"Everyone is missing." Evidently.

She wincingly pinches her forehead. "Gideon, who is on board?"

"You, Captain Sharpe, as well as Mr. Rory and a handful of punks."

"Where could she be?" He notices something written on the co-captain's hand palm. She reads what's there after he points it out to her. "'After-after-party. Skyemont, Room 502.' Mick, you're a genius. Maybe this is from Sara. Let's go." They are about to depart the cargo bay when she again retches in her mouth. The alcohol hasn't fully discharged from her body.

I eventually learn where the other Legends have been all night. Miss Tarazi and Mr. Constantine were having the "after-after-party" at the Skyemont Hotel. Miss Logue was filling her pockets with British pounds at a casino. Mr. Tarazi was roaming the streets of London. Dr. Heywood stayed at The Hole to talk to David Bowie, who's preparing for his concert tonight. It is he who circumstantially last saw Captain Lance. She has, quoting the rockstar, "disappeared into space". I kid you not.

While the interim captain and the others tidy up the Waverider, Mr. Tarazi develops the Super 8 film from David Bowie's camera. He calls everyone into the parlour when the process has completed. "Let's see what Bowie saw." I play the film on his cue. It starts with The Smell performing their rendition of the "Mister Parker's Cul-De-Sac" theme song. The focus switches to David Bowie speaking to someone. He is quickly acknowledged by a starstruck Captain Lance, who steps forward. "You're a Smell fan?"

"They're something else."

"Hey, wait, wait, wait," she excitedly proclaims. "I gotta—I gotta let you in on a little secret, all right, David freakin' Bowie?" The captain starts uncharacteristically giggling as she flashes a ring in view of the camera. "Tonight, I'm going to propose to my girlfriend!" There is a stunned silence among the Legends in light of this previously hidden piece of information. I knew the time was coming. She earnestly looks at the ring held in her fingertips. "Wish me luck." A white screen appears after this; seconds later, Captain Lance is shown being taken by an unseen spacecraft.

"Whoa," David Bowie is heard commenting, "she's a space girl." The edited footage ends with another blank screen; Captain Sharpe remains motionless and speechless.

Mr. Constantine reaches out to her. "Ava—"

"Okay," she utters, her voice breaking. "Um, Sara's been abducted, so—uh, Sara's been abducted. I'm, uh…I'll be right back." The agitated co-captain dashes out of the parlour with her hand covering her mouth.

"So, she's a mess," Miss Logue opines.

Dr. Heywood asserts, "All right, let's just give her some space. In the meantime, what do we know about aliens?"

"Literally nothing," Miss Tarazi declares.

Her brother claims, "They're green." I will need to lucubrate on all things extraterrestrial. And, apparently, I'm not the only one.

"Listen, you fools," Mr. Rory chides. "Sara's missing 'cause you guys were busy partying last night. We have to find her." As he's reprimanding them, I check in on Captain Sharpe. She briskly marches into the captain's office, spouting off on getting soused that she mislaid her partner. Somewhere in her self-reflective rant, the interim captain decides that she'll need to approach this plight rationally. This spurs her to design a new set of binders for the team. For herself, she has typed out a checklist and attaches it to a clipboard. Each material exhibits the words "Scenario 601: Missing Legend Sara Lance" and a canary signal. 25 minutes later, a fully armed Captain Sharpe returns to the bridge. "Time to get organized," she exclaims.

"Ava, you're back," Dr. Heywood voices. He is more surprised when she gives him a binder.

"Mm-hmm." The co-captain hands another to Miss Tarazi. "Here you go."

"Hey, girl. Are you okay," she queries.

Captain Sharpe distributes the remaining binders. "What? I'm fine. Why?"

"Well, we just thought—"

Dr. Heywood finishes, "With Sara being lost, you might want to sit this one out."

"She isn't lost; she's… pre-found." Is that what "lost" means? "There's a solution to all problems, including this one."

Miss Tarazi browses the pages of her binder. "Wow. It's thorough and indexed." That's how Captain Sharpe makes them.

"You are all the best of the best. If we handle this logically and rationally, we will get Sara back, huh?"

Mr. Constantine places his binder on the console. "Right, well, this is a waste of time," he declares. "I've got a better idea. Sara and I share a psychic connection since I rescued her from Purgatory." Captain Sharpe casually rolls her eyes. "I can use it to locate her; everything I need is at the mansion." He exits the bridge without waiting for her approval.

"That's insubordinate, John, but I won't stop you." The interim captain is unconvincing in feigning her frustration. Anyhow, she checkmarks two boxes off her list.

Miss Tarazi readily clutches on her binder as she addresses her friend. "You know, he's actually most effective when he's not left to his own devices. I'm gonna go with him."

"Thank you, Z."

"We're gonna fix this," she calls out, chasing after the sorcerer.

"Mm-hmm." Captain Sharpe checks off another item. "Astra, would you mind keeping those two on mission?"

Miss Logue also relinquishes her copy. "I'm not really on the team, so—"

"We're accepting outside help. Thanks." The former sovereign rolls her eyes prior to leaving. The interim captain huffs at her while reassessing her checklist. Out in the corridors, Miss Logue does interrupt Mr. Constantine and Miss Tarazi's amorous mood. They use his special stone to get to his manor. Meanwhile, Mr. Tarazi has excused himself from the bridge to do some "independent research". In actuality, he wants to smoke weed to soothe his anxiety over the capture of Captain Lance. "Aw, come on, B." Mr. Rory, who was admonishing the other Legends about responsibility, has waltzed back from the galley with his third beer. "Ah, Mick, perfect timing. I need you to check on any leads you may have in the underworld, please."

"Not gonna work," he states. "This whole thing's not gonna work. Nothing works without Sara."

"So, you're just gonna drink? Real mature, Rory. Real mature."

Dr. Heywood peeks at Captain Sharpe's list. It turns out that she has sorted out how everyone—minus me—would respond. He slowly nods, verbalizing, "Wow, you got this whole team figured out."

"That's right."

"What do we do now?"

"We're gonna call the D.E.O. in National City."

"Good idea-ish."

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you think it's gonna be weird for you working with Alex Danvers?" Captain Sharpe is all but discontented that Captain Lance had a tryst with Dr. Alexandra Danvers. It happened when their respective teams, along with Team Arrow, went to Central City for Mr. Allen's wedding. Back then, the truce between the Legends and the interim captain was newly abiding.

"It's—swing a dead cat. Sara never liked to be alone." She calls the business number for the organization in the parlour. Yet no one picks up the first, second, or third times. "Gideon, why isn't the D.E.O. answering?"

"The Department of Extranormal Operations was destroyed five months ago by Rama Khan." I procure a relevant newspaper article on the monitor. It was before Loomworld, a memory I don't mind forgetting if I can.

The interim captain can't hide her genuine disappointment. "This is a huge setback, Nate. We needed the D.E.O. Aliens is their jurisdiction."

"Yeah," Dr. Heywood seconds.

"Captain Sharpe, I believe we're dealing with a temporal anomaly," I update. "According to the original timeline, there was no alien spacecraft hovering over London in 1977."

"Which makes this our jurisdiction. We're the experts." She refuses to believe him. "We may not know aliens, but we do know time travel. You, me, the Legends. We're the only ones capable of handling time-traveling aliens."

The interim captain sits down in a troubled state. "Nate, if I trusted the team, I wouldn't have made an entire binder to get rid of them. The D.E.O. was plan A."

"Ava, you are in charge of the Legends now, so welcome to plan B. Breathe with me. Come on."

She inhales, not liking what's emitted in the air. "Plan B smells like pot."

Mr. Tarazi incidentally bolts into the parlour, holding a magazine in his hand. "Hey, I got something."

"You are a walking contact high," Dr. Heywood tells him.

"You're welcome. Gideon, put this up." I disport a digital copy of its cover featuring a young girl of Hispanic descent. A satellite is positioned on her hair like a barrette. On the top right corner is an animated image of a dark-eyed extraterrestrial. The headline reads "Weird Girl Talks to Aliens".

"Cute kid," Dr. Heywood notes.

The interim captain queries, "B, you know that's a tabloid, right?"

"Yeah, tabloids help me not think about how we live in a technological terror, hurling through a swirling green nightmare." He elucidates why he considered this as a possible tip-off. "So, this girl, Esperanza Cruz, says that she was abducted by aliens, and they implanted something in her head. From then on, she could communicate with them."

Captain Sharpe checks the publication date. "B, this was from 20 years ago! I need real leads, not fabricated ones."

"She is real, man. Gideon located her." Her last known location is somewhere in the southwestern region of the United States.

"I mean," Dr. Heywood shrugs, "little kid with alien tech in her head. It's not a bad lead."

"Okay, fine," the peevish captain relents. "Whatever. It's all we've got. B, take Rory and go investigate this Esperanza—what's her last name?"

"Cruz. Are we sure bringing Mick to talk to a kid is, like, the best practice?"

"No, and he's probably getting boozed up. You'll have to see her present day. Some of us are still trying not to mess with the timeline."

"Right, the timeline." Mr. Tarazi salutes her with two fingers and a wink. "Aye-aye." He goes to find Mr. Rory in his quarters. I forward the coordinates for Miss Cruz's location into a time courier. Once they have left, Captain Sharpe permissively eavesdrops on their discussion via their communicators. Mr. Rory questions why Miss Cruz lives in a "redneck dump" if she can talk to aliens. "Maybe you're right, but isn't it worth making sure," Mr. Tarazi ponders aloud. "Besides, Ava really needs a win."

Indignant, the interim captain mutes their comms. "I don't need a win. We all need a win. This isn't about me." She obliquely perceives Dr. Heywood staring at her. "Don't give me that look."

"What look?"

"You know exactly what look. I'm not bottling up my emotions; I just don't want to talk about them."

"Okay, I want to say one thing though."

Captain Sharpe directly glares at him. "Nate—"

"You haven't mentioned Sara's proposal once." He zips his lips and throws the invisible key away. "Why?"

"I am setting aside my feelings to focus on the goal of getting her back, okay? You should too." Afterwards, he decides not to push the matter further. On the other hand, Mr. Tarazi and Mr. Rory are unable to report back when the interim captain unmuffles their earpieces. "Behrad, Mick, answer me. Great. Just what we needed. Two more abductions. This is why we don't talk about emotions during the mission."

"Gideon's scanning for heat signatures. It'll be okay."

"'Okay'? Three Legends are missing. Things are pretty far from okay."

Just then, Mr. Constantine, Miss Tarazi, and Miss Logue return from his manor. "Yeah, well, they just got further, love," he claims. "We found something in Gary's room."

"A human-sized chrysalis," the latter enunciates.

Dr. Heywood declares, "Guys, we don't understand what you're getting at."

Miss Logue plainly clarifies, "Gary is an alien." It does explain a lot.

"An alien," Captain Sharpe incredulously reiterates. "Oh my—I don't buy it."

"Well, we also found these." Miss Logue opens a small box, which encloses a familiar pair of thick-framed spectacles.

"Gary's glasses?"

"Oh, allow me to demonstrate. You might want to brace yourselves." Miss Tarazi puts on Mr. Green's spare glasses. Transformed into his human form, (s)he pretentiously fidgets with the tie Mr. Green usually wears. Dr. Heywood conveys a shocked "no".

The interim captain gasps, "Gary abducted Sara." He can't be serious. She and Dr. Heywood inform them about Mr. Tarazi and Mr. Rory. They soon beckon them from the intercom. "Behrad, are you guys okay?"

"Yeah, it is very far from chill in here." Moments later, he adds hushedly, "Please hurry. She's getting real friendly with her knife." I presume they've found Miss Cruz. Suddenly, Mr. Tarazi starts shouting, "Hey, hey! Wait! No!" I detect some electrical interference at the same time.

"Behrad," his sister calls. "What's happening?"

"The universe ripped out his comms," Mr. Rory flatly states.

"Captain, I've pinpointed their exact location."

"What a relief. I'm not losing any more Legends today. Gideon, take us to that location. Nate, you're with me." Captain Sharpe quickly discerns how amplified she now sounds. "Hang on, why is my voice echoing?"

"She hacked my comms," Mr. Tarazi notifies. "She can hear everything you're saying."

I fly the ship to a fenced shack in New Mexico. Flashing a spotlight down below, my cameras catch surveillance of an adult-aged Miss Cruz. She wears rugged clothes and a rancher hat. Her handcrafted gun may look dinky compared to the Waverider, but one blast is strong enough to perforate its hull. Not to mention, it blasts forth the floor and air vent. Touché indeed.

Captain Sharpe portals onto the ground to talk to Miss Cruz face-to-face. She raises her hands upwards. "Please stop shooting my ship."

"Don't come any closer," the recluse demands. "I ain't gon' let y'all abduct me again!"

"Whoa, whoa, hold on. You think that we're aliens?"

"The hell else could you be?"

"No, no. We're not aliens; we're time travelers."

Miss Cruz slowly lowers her weapon. "Time travelers?"

"Yes! That is our time ship. It also works as a spaceship, but that's beside the point. I'm sorry that we trespassed on your property. It was wrong, but we're desperate. Aliens abducted my girlfriend last night, and I just found out she was gonna propose." The interim captain splutters, "I will do anything if you can find her. Will you help me?"

Miss Cruz contemplates prior to readily aiming her weapon back at Captain Sharpe. "Exactly what an alien would say." Fortunately for the co-captain, Mr. Rory tranquilizes her in time. Her body thuds to the ground. He asks if he can incinerate her property but receives a definite refusal. They, along with Mr. Tarazi, carry the unconscious survivalist onto the Waverider. Is today Abduction Day?

The sedative in Miss Cruz's body wears off an hour after the ship returned to the Temporal Zone. She is startled but quickly perceives she isn't alone in the medbay. Captain Sharpe and Mr. Tarazi stand by the doorway. "Morning, sunshine."

The survivalist leaps out of her seat and assumes a fighting stance. "Tables may have turned, but I ain't going down without a fight."

"Whoa, we're not gonna hurt you. We just want to talk."

"Where the hell am I?"

"Like Ava said before," Mr. Tarazi answers, "we're time travelers."

She gradually stands erect while eyeing them distrustfully. "Admit it. You're being nice to me, so I can help you find your friend."

"100%," Captain Sharpe affirms.

"Even if I want to help y'all, I can't."

"Why not?"

"This thing in my head, it's like an antenna. If I send a signal, the aliens could find me."

"Look, we have the technology to remove whatever's in your head if you help us find Sara."

"How's my signal gonna locate her?"

"It doesn't have to. It'll direct us to the aliens she's with."

Mr. Tarazi chuckles, "If you think we're weird, wait until you meet John."

They go to the lab, where Mr. Constantine has followed the instructions in Aleister Crowley's spell book. An intricate star is outlined in dust on the floor. Miss Cruz is briefly introduced to the rest of the Legends. She insists on being addressed as Spooner than her given name. On the contrary, she doesn't seem convinced about the ensuing plan. "So, I send out my signal and connect to this alien guy."

"His name is Gary," the sorcerer remarks.

"He's an alien named Gary?"

"Gary Green," Mr. Tarazi confirms.

She sarcastically evinces, "Yeah, now it makes sense."

"Once you make the connection, I'll step into that sigil and astral project myself to Gary's location. And then I'll look for Sara."

"And how do I connect to this Gary alien who I've never met?"

"You'll drink a potion of sorts." Miss Tarazi brings a specially made beverage to Miss Cruz. "Crowley's spell needs you to ingest something of Gary's. The chrysalis is all we've got."

Dr. Heywood sounds off, "Seriously? She's not going—"

"The sooner this is over, the sooner this thing's out of my head. But I hope it works. Salud." Much to the Legends' disgust, the survivalist chugs the potion down to the last drop. "Eh, kinda tangy." She puts the empty cup on the table and removes her hat. "All right, ready?" She tosses it to Captain Sharpe, who notices the interior is lined with something luminous. "Yeah, after my abduction, I started wearing tinfoil hats. It blocked any alien signals I could pick up."

"Huh, nifty," Mr. Constantine remarks. He clears his throat and begins vocalizing the incantation in Arabic. It and the scintillating sigil make the lights on the Waverider flicker excessively. The sorcerer and Miss Cruz close their eyes as this happens.

"I can feel him. I found the alien. He's a lot dweebier than I thought."

"Bloody Crowley was right."

"I can sense him. He's worried and wants to come down to Earth. It looks like he's trying to help Sara." Puzzling as always.

"Okay, I just need to step into the sigil and find her." However, Mr. Constantine languishes when he actually does try.

Miss Tarazi questions, "John, are you okay?"

"Spooner's connection is unstable," he groans. "I'm giving it everything just to maintain it."

Captain Sharpe impulsively passes Miss Cruz's hat to Dr. Heywood. "I'll do it." She steps forward, but he stops her.

"No! Are you crazy? You'll kill yourself. Look what's happening to John."

"This is Plan B, Nate. Embrace it." The interim captain's own connection with Captain Lance enables her to astral project. It doesn't last as Miss Tarazi's concern for the sorcerer's well-being prompts her to utilize the Air Totem on him. She rushes to his side and, with Miss Logue's assistance, transports the torpid Mr. Constantine to the medbay. I prognose that his body will require rehydration when he regains consciousness. Afterwards, they portal him to his manor.

Despite the noncognitive aftermath, Miss Cruz marches to the medbay. Mr. Tarazi follows after her, entreating, "Sure you won't stick around? You've got a pretty chill vibe beneath your gun-toting-outcast vibe."

"Look, we contacted your friend, and I'm sorry she's not back yet," she asserts, sitting in one of the chairs. "But I want this thing removed, so I can finally live a normal life."

He doesn't oppose to her decision. "I get it. You wanna keep it zen in the brain stem." Mr. Tarazi attaches a pulse oximeter to her wrist. "Dr. Gideon will fix you up." While I scan Miss Cruz's brain, he waits for the results on the monitor. "What do you see, Gideon?"

"Nothing out of the ordinary," I disclose.

"Really? Can you look closer?"

"If I removed and dissected her brain, we might find something the scan did not detect. May I proceed?" I've wanted to probe inside a human brain.

"No," Mr. Tarazi disputes. "Don't kill her, Gideon."

Miss Cruz sits up, querying, "What's going on?"

"I wasn't gonna let her—"

"There's something out there. I can hear it." She removes the pulse oximeter and dismounts from her seat. I do detect incoming activity from my parameters. "They're all around us." I watch as they exit for the bridge. Captain Sharpe, Mr. Rory, and Dr. Heywood are already there. They observe numerous pods flying across the Temporal Zone. The latter states, "Never seen anything like this."

"Aliens," the survivalist warily indicates. "Lots of them."

"They're falling into the timeline," Mr. Tarazi notes. A scaly extraterrestrial roars as it flows over the ship.

Dr. Heywood turns to look at Captain Sharpe. "Why are you smiling? We gotta clean this mess up."

"I know," she positively sighs. "It's just the only person who could create this much mayhem is Sara, which means she's alive." That is her girl.

Mr. Rory validates, "Well, if the universe shows you a sign, you should believe it." With that sentiment in mind, I don't need to predict how consequential the following days will be.