(Scenes from Legends of Tomorrow Season 6, Episodes 10 and 11)
TW: implicit suicidal thoughts
Captains Lance and Sharpe have initiated their wedding plans eight days after Mr. Tarazi's birthday party. They left yesterday to appraise potential venues. Miss Cruz is currently resting on the sofa in the lounge. Simultaneously, Misses Tomaz and Logue are watching Mr. Tarazi, Dr. Heywood, and Mr. Green sing a lullaby to Gus-Gus. The latter trio are respectively playing a guitar, a triangle, and a cactus rainstick. The dozy extraterrestrial listens to the cradle song. Dr. Heywood mutters to the kipping Gus-Gus, "Sleep tight, little buddy." Contrary to his high-pitched shrieks, his snores are mellifluous.
His girlfriend is capturing the sentimental moment on her cellphone. "A superhero, a totem bearer, and an alien named Gary become singing mannies." Male nannies. She tells the sorceress, "I think I just invented our new offshoot."
"Are you recording because Sara and Ava asked for constant updates?" Miss Tomaz distinctly clears her throat. Justifiably, they might've appointed her in charge. Miss Logue smirks, "They don't think we can survive one weekend without them, do they?"
"Listen, I just want them to look for their wedding venue without dealing with these dummies."
Gus-Gus wakes up with a screech. The "mannies" restart the lullaby for the nth time. "No more singing," Miss Cruz pleads. "I can't take it anymore." She leaves the sofa and walks near the bassinet. "That little snot's not crying because it's tired. It's got growing pains."
"He doesn't look any bigger," Dr. Heywood states.
The alien consultant discloses something in his native language. His true form is rather unbelievable from a scientific viewpoint. The survivalist translates for the other Legends. "Well, he said the Gusarax life cycle's only 38 rotations."
Miss Tomaz inquires, "Uh, what does that mean?"
"Yeah, I can see where this is going, New Zari."
"Technically, I'm the original Zari."
"The O.Z.," Mr. Tarazi affirms.
"The one and only," her boyfriend declares, causing her to blush.
Miss Cruz intolerantly withdraws from them, saying, "Yeah, I'm not translating for Gary just because he lost his glasses." I actually know where he has misplaced them. At the moment, I intend on acquiring a thorough study. "And I'm definitely not helping y'all parse Gus's every gurgle. If I wanted to take care of a baby, I would have stayed in Texas and married the first jerk I kissed!" They observe her strutting away.
"Yeah," Miss Tomaz asserts, "she's really got that 'new-girl-on-the-ship' vibe."
A visiting Miss Dunn catches the survivalist in the eastern corridor. She implores her to examine Mr. Rory's reproductive sac. He has refused to go to the medbay yet again. "Couldn't literally anyone else help you with his brood pouch instead?"
"Please? It'll just take a second." Miss Cruz grunts a resigned acquiescence. "Okay, amazing. Um, I should warn you, though. My dad hasn't really wrapped his head around the whole pregnancy thing." Their attention is redirected to the sound of glass shattering in the galley. Mr. Rory is standing over the broken pepper shaker.
"Men can't get pregnant," he protests with a beer bottle in hand. The expectant (grand)father turns around to face the underclasswoman. "Or didn't they teach you that in college?"
"Dad, a year and a half ago in my past—your future—you ceased all contact. Okay? If you really have Kayla's eggs in your skull, then maybe they'll give a clue to what will happen."
"Ever seen the movie Alien," Miss Cruz nonchalantly queries. "Yeah, I think we know what will happen."
Miss Dunn pointedly glares at her. "Spooner, please. Just look at the protrusion." She positions an isolated chair in view of her father. "Have a seat." He grunts but complies. After rolling up her sleeves, the survivalist lowers the back collar of Mr. Rory's shirt. His nape exhibits a bruise-like mass the size of a large Irish potato, much to her and his daughter's surprise.
Just then, Mr. Constantine has reembarked after 15 days of searching for the elusive Fountain of Imperium. He enters in time to witness the bizarre encounter. "Oh, oh, oh. What sordid scene have I interrupted? Never mind. Don't care. Spooner, join me for a shot and a chinwag?" Miss Cruz agreeably takes her leave. The sorcerer perceives Miss Dunn's condition before he follows the survivalist out. "Good luck with that." In the parlour, Mr. Constantine pours himself a shot. He clinks glasses with Miss Cruz, and they drink. "Long story short, I have been stripped of my magic in service of transforming you back from a fork, I might add."
"What do you want me to translate, John?"
The sorcerer unrolls a parchment he has with him. "A map to the Fountain of Imperium, which, according to my research, is a wellspring of magic gifted to humans by aliens long ago, and last seen in 1939 Spain."
"Oh. This is—this is cool." The survivalist reads an inscription aloud. "'Only those who are worthy may drink from this fountain'."
"It's typical prophecy malarkey. I need a location."
She pinpoints something on the map. "Well, this main star here is Albacete."
"Albacete?"
"Mmm-hmm. That's a city in the southeast of Spain." Mr. Constantine and Miss Cruz promptly take the newly-repaired jumpship. After its destruction over nine months ago, it was given a well-needed set of upgrades.
Of course, I inform the other Legends about this. Mr. Tarazi, in particular, derives inspiration for dinner. "I thought—theme nights." He serves the first portion of the Spanish omelette he cooked to an intrigued Miss Logue. "One slice of tortilla Española for the señorita."
Miss Dunn queries her father, "Are you sure you should be drinking?"
"Yeah, why?"
"Hey. I, for one, think it's really cool that you're pregnant," Mr. Tarazi bolsters while giving him a slice of the Spanish omelette.
However, Mr. Rory doesn't appreciate the compliment. "The next person who says 'pregnant', I'm taking them with me on a nosedive outside the emergency hatch." Mr. Tarazi perturbedly recoils to his seat.
"Hmm, wow. Real mature, Dad," the mother-to-be construes. "So, what's your plan? Are you just gonna pretend this isn't happening?"
"I'm going to pretend Kayla didn't do this ear stuff to me without warning me first." The sorceress is mildly repulsed as she's about to eat her meal.
"Well, you didn't give Mom a warning," she reminds him, stopping him from sipping his beer. "And Niko and I didn't plan our baby, but we're dealing with it."
Suddenly, the only romantic couple on board run into the galley. "Guys, Gussie's aging rapidly," Dr. Heywood updates. "He's like a teenager now."
"Okay," Miss Logue candidly expresses.
"No, no, no," Miss Tomaz remarks. "Uh, a hormonal, giant teenager." A louder, even shriller roar echoes in the corridors. Everyone plugs their ears in discomfort.
"Come on, vámonos!" Mr. Tarazi and the sorceress exit without a second thought. "Pregnant people, stay!" A humored Dr. Heywood points in Mr. Rory's direction. "You're pregnant." The former quickly bolts out before the latter can fulfill his previous threat. In his preadult state, Gus-Gus has already demolished the lab. I lock the doors to the galley as well as those to the crew's quarters. "That's it, Gus. The gloves are coming off."
Miss Tomaz proclaims, "Watch out!" The towering extraterrestrial sends Dr. Heywood flying across the corridor, knocking Miss Logue, Mr. Tarazi, and Mr. Green in the process.
Miss Dunn overhears the ensuing bustle in the galley. "Gus-Gus has continued to age at a rapid rate," I notify her. "I'm afraid the Legends are quite outmatched." Loud screeching and rumbling persist outside.
She turns to her father at the table, inquiring, "Should we do something?"
"They'll be fine." He starts groaning and leans forward. His daughter perceives this with concern.
"What is it?"
"Nothing," Mr. Rory stonewalls as she approaches him.
"Is it your head?"
He remains unmoved. "So?"
"So, what if it is? What if Kayla's eggs burst out of that thing on the back of your neck and kill you? We need to get you to the medbay now."
"Not gonna happen."
"Why the hell not?"
The expectant (grand)father deflects from his daughter. When he answers, his voice conveys sadness and—what I can define as—regret. "Because I deserve it."
"What are you talking about?" Miss Dunn retrieves a chair behind her. She sits down and repeats her question. "Dad?"
He quietly acknowledges the underclasswoman. "Kayla didn't disappear; she died because I left her on a planet full of lizard-people."
"Oh..." She didn't anticipate such a response. "Well, you must have had a reason, right?"
"To bring back Sara," Mr. Rory softly expounds, "and to get back to you. But, in my line of work, there's a code—you never leave your partner behind—and I did." That aptly explains his refusal to accept his condition. "I deserve everything that's coming my way."
The underclasswoman suddenly reclines in her seat. She grasps her stomach with one hand, moaning, "Ooh! Uh, Dad, I'm going into labor."
He jumps out of his chair in shock. "What?"
"Yeah."
Mr. Rory determinedly situates his daughter in an accent chair with casters. I open the main front entrance, allowing him to turn left in the corridor. At that time, Mr. Green and a steeled-up Dr. Heywood are flung into the wall. The latter reverts to his normal appearance prior to seeing the pregnant father-daughter duo. "Mick, what are you doing? You gotta get Lita back in there."
He bellows, "She's having the baby!"
"Oh, baby!" Mr. Tarazi and Miss Tomaz proceed from the opposite end. Their failed efforts in bridling Gus result in their shabby hairs.
"I need to get her to the medbay!"
She begins, "Tarazi siblings…"
"…activate," he ends. They actuate their totems and charge ahead. Miss Dunn hollers for Gus-Gus to "come and get it". The extraterrestrial houseguest looms in the entryway across from them. Miss Tomaz and Mr. Tarazi utilize their combined wind powers, but it isn't enough to subdue him. Needless to say, Mr. Rory steps forward with his heat gun in tow.
He signalizes to the siblings, "Again." They create a heat fusion, which distracts the roaring extraterrestrial long enough for me to open a portal. I promptly close it once Gus-Gus is over the threshold. Fluttering traces of his fur descend upon the last place he stood. Miss Logue arrives at the last minute, irked and also disarrayed.
Afterwards, Mr. Rory transports his daughter to the medbay. "Gideon!" Say no more. He sets his gun aside and propels forward, but she abruptly halts the accent chair.
"Okay. Dad, wait." Miss Dunn faces him and erects herself. "I'm so sorry."
"For what?"
"I'm not actually in labor," she admits. "I just needed to get us to the medbay in case you were." The other Legends crowd at the doorway in a collective huff. "But I might have misjudged a bit. Sorry."
"You tricked me," her father admonishes.
Dr. Heywood warrants, "It's because she loves you, Mick." Amazingly, his coif retains its tidiness. "We all do."
"That's debatable," the sorceress interjects.
Mr. Rory waves the others away. "Everyone, out." They accordingly depart, though Dr. Heywood is once more compelled to joke about his condition.
"We'll see you at the next doctor's appointment, okay?"
"Out!" The expectant (grand)father relentingly positions himself in one of the medical chairs. Miss Dunn sits at his side as I conduct a medical scan. At the same time, I've told a certain alien consultant to check his laundry basket.
My diagnostic scans usually take a minimum of five minutes. This one necessitates a couple of hours. New endoscope, but it's worth it. "I'm relieved to announce Mr. Rory is not in labor."
Miss Dunn queries, "Okay, but what about the pain in his head?"
"Perfectly normal, considering 48 Necrian eggs are rattling around his skull."
"48?!" I display the ultrasound on the monitor. Each flowing spot in his skull symbolize an egg. I zoom in on four of them. Inside every capsule is a tiny octopus-like fetus. She is visibly affected by the sight of her alien half-siblings, while Mr. Rory is taken aback as he observes the screen.
"Tough little guppies, aren't they?"
"Yeah, they get that from you."
"Their mom is gone."
The underclasswoman rests her hand on his shoulder. "I'm sure Kayla would be really happy to know you're taking care of her babies."
"She would?"
"Yeah, because they need you to survive, just like I do."
Mr. Green enters the medbay in his human form. "Ah! I found my glasses." He moves over, revealing Captains Lance and Sharpe behind him. "And Sara and Ava are back."
The captain questions, "So, what did we miss?"
The alien consultant gasps upon discerning the prolific swarm of Necrians. "Look at their itty bitty tenacles," he murmurs.
"Oh, Mickey," the equally warbly co-captain utters.
"Are those…" Yes, Captain Lance.
Mr. Rory confirms with a genuine smile, "Mine."
13 days later, the final extraterrestrial pod is located in modern-day Kansas. Captain Lance enlists Misses Cruz and Logue as well as Mr. Rory to help her find it. Remaining on board are Captain Sharpe, Mr. Green, and Mr. Tarazi. Incidentally, Mr. Constantine revisits the Waverider in an unflagging mood. He comes across the latter in the galley. "Oh, what's up, squire? What's wrong? Why are you glum?"
He gestures to his underbaked batch of cannabis brownies. "They're soggy in the middle."
"Maybe I can help." That overture's a rare first. The sorcerer readily incants a spell, which performs an explosive effect and ruins the chocolate dessert.
Mr. Tarazi exclaims, "Dude!"
"Sorry about that, Behrad." He briskly shakes his hands. "Guess I just don't know my own strength lately. Let me make it up to you."
The offer is quickly rescinded. "Oh, uh, no! Please don't fire a spell at my brain, hmm?" If Mr. Constantine was to complete the incantation, it'd be literally mind-blowing.
"Yeah. Good point."
Mr. Tarazi grabs a dishcloth to clean the brownie crumbs off the countertop. "You must be glad to have your powers back. You're feeling mighty magical this morning, almost overcharged."
"I feel astounding. Where's Zari, eh? I wanna share this with her."
"Sorry, my friend. My sis swapped places with Flannel Zari, who's currently on a date with Nate. And you missed the pod squad too."
"So Nate is with the Zari who lives in a totem. That seems very problematic." I do question the living arrangements. The sorcerer asks, "Where's he taken her to? Watch the Beatles perform live? Maybe the fabled pleasure domes of Kublai Khan?" No and no. Dr. Heywood and Miss Tomaz are camping at a national park in Alaska. He figures it'll be the perfect last date before she returns to the Air Totem.
Not long after, the captain updates on the mission. "Hey, babe," she summons. "I think we're gonna be a while."
"Yep, take all the time you need, babe. There's seriously no rush." Unbeknownst to her, the co-captain is trying on wedding dresses in the fabrication room. She looks at herself in a white halter dress with a rhombus-shaped opening in the back. Something in the corner of Captain Sharpe's eye startles her. She turns around to regard the alien consultant in the doorway.
He himself gasps in horror, "Oh, no."
"What?"
"It's bad luck to see you in your wedding dress before the big day." Please, don't start crying.
"It's not bad luck. I'm not marrying you, Gary." She tugs at the neck collar and squirms at her reflection. "And besides, this isn't the one. It makes me feel—I don't know. It's not right." The co-captain approaches the whimpering Mr. Green. "Stop whatever you're doing now. No, no, no. Okay?" He composes himself long enough to inhibit his sniveling. "I have a job for you, yeah?"
"Anything," the alien consultant softly accedes.
She leans closer to him. "You're gonna help me find the perfect wedding dress." Mr. Green loudly gasps in response. He's been dreaming about this moment. Believe me, I know. Captain Sharpe nods with an affiliative smile.
It's been over an hour, and Mr. Constantine is still uncynical. He enters the bridge. "All right, enough of this ding-dong dallying, waiting around. I say we get out there and find Sara and her gang. I'm sure they could use a magical assist."
Mr. Tarazi is reading in the parlour with a beverage in hand. "Come to think of it, we haven't heard from them in a while."
The sorcerer redirects himself to the central console. "Gideon, let's go visit Sara. Kansas City 2021."
I begin calculating a route, but I seem to encounter an error. "Huh, that is impossible at this time."
"Come on," Mr. Tarazi minimizes. "You're Gideon. Everything's possible."
"I'm sorry. I'm having trouble locking on to Earth."
"Never seen that before."
The alien consultant arrives through the eastern entrance. He appears very worried. "I came looking for my summer wedding inspo binder, but did Gideon just say we can't get back to Earth?"
"Yeah," the sorcerer murmurs.
"This is bad. Ava cannot be marooned in the Temporal Zone away from Sara. This could be triggering." As frantic as he is, his stance is valid.
"Calm down. Just breathe."
"Keep Ava occupied," Mr. Tarazi instructs Mr. Green. "We'll figure something out, right, John?"
Mr. Constantine smirks, "Oh, most assuredly."
After the alien consultant uncovers his wedding binder, he returns to the fabrication room. Captain Sharpe tries on a sleeveless V-neck dress with an A-line silhouette. "I'm getting a good feeling about this one," the co-captain states.
"It is amazing," he affirms.
She spins around in elation. "This is the one. I'm sure of it." Captain Sharpe smooths out the fabric. "Okay, well, I can't show Sara, obviously, but I can tell her that it's done. Gideon—"
"Actually, uh," Mr. Green interposes, "you're fine with the shoulders?"
"Um, the shoulders?" She rubs her fingertips against her left one. "Yeah, what's wrong with them?"
"Nothing at all. It's your wedding. As long as you're fine with it—"
"Gary, spit it out."
He refocuses her attention back to the mirror. "They're a little plain. They lack pizzazz." The alien consultant wiggles his fingers for effect.
"Pizzazz?"
"Mm-hmm."
Rotating sideways, the co-captain heeds his words. She begins picking at the straps. "Oh, yeah. Now that I look at them, they do seem boring."
"Well, I mean, they're not that bad—"
"Gary, what am I gonna do?" Captain Sharpe directly faces him. "I-I can't get married in plain shoulders."
Mr. Green indirectly answers, "Gideon…" Yes? "…we're gonna need some alterations." Very well.
At the same time, I'm delineating why I cannot bring the Waverider to Kansas City 2021. Mr. Tarazi is leaning over the central console. He simplifies, "So you're saying we're stuck?"
"Every time I plot an exit vector, it fails to reach Earth. My safety protocols do not allow us to attempt a doomed jump." In other words, yes.
Behind him, Mr. Constantine has been meditating in a Lotus position. He inhales deeply and opens his eyes prior to standing up. "Right," the sorcerer verbalizes. "Like John Henry, I will prevail where the machine could not."
Mr. Tarazi queries him, "How?"
"I will compel the ship to Earth."
"Whoa. Sounds big, even for you."
"Yeah, well, I am feeling invigorated, squire. I need you to bring me the four elemental aspects of our world: earth, fire, air, and water, all right?"
"Got it. Hey, maybe your powers are growing stronger since you drank from the Fountain of Imperium."
"Oh, yeah, the fountain. Good. Well, uh, hop to it, Skippy." As Mr. Tarazi leaves to collect the necessary elements, I notice Mr. Constantine peering at a glass bottle in his hand.
I've added sheer puffed sleeves to the co-captain's second dress per Mr. Green's request. "I think you've almost nailed it," he declares. "I'm thinking lace." I fabricate a mantilla, which complements the realtered, leg of mutton sleeves. "Perfect."
She doesn't appear confident. "Yeah?"
"Yes, lace brings out your skin tone." Captain Sharpe goes to the mirror to verify it for herself. "Bigger with the veil." The alien consultant then switches the mantilla for an elongated and more over-the-top veil. He looks over the co-captain's shoulder as her countenance is reassessed. "Oh..."
"Okay, so we're good, right?"
Adhering to the hidden agenda, Mr. Green responds, "Nope."
"What?"
He shows her a page from his handmade binder with a reward smile. "You need something floral." I fabricate a tulle ballgown skirt, which the alien consultant attaches to the dress. It's at this point the ex-Time Bureau agents start having some platonic fun. They sip on champagne and look at their reflections. "Ah, we're done," she exhales.
"I love it."
"Good."
"What about a bustle?" Notwithstanding, Mr. Green dons a long-sleeved wedding gown with a bustle, a beaded waistband, and a crystal headpiece. The two dance around and laugh. It's an entertaining sight.
Mr. Tarazi returns to the parlour. He carries a glass of water, potted dirt, and a candle. "All right, I got them all."
A robed Mr. Constantine's back is towards him. "Oh, excellent. We make a good team, Smokey." What's he pouring in that flask?
"John, when you started dating my sister, I was worried you'd be a bad influence. I mean, most people you date end up dead or worse. But I can see how much you've changed for the better. You're a good man, John Constantine."
The sorcerer finally overlooks Mr. Tarazi. "Well, I'm glad to hear that, mate. Now, shall we begin?" As he takes a swig, the latter lights the candle. Mr. Constantine removes his robe and sits on the table. His bare chest is riddled with markings. He smears the dirt on his face, followed by him gulping the water. The sorcerer sniffs the flame up his nose. Lastly, Mr. Tarazi provides a gale via his totem.
"Are you okay?" Mr. Constantine doesn't answer. The liquid in his flask has him in a paroxysmal state. He soon emits a forceful amount of orenda that submerses the ship.
Thus far, Mr. Green has implemented an immoderate number of alterations to Captain Sharpe's dress. "It's gorgeous. Very on-trend." The sorcerer's spell has caused the Waverider to shake.
She inquires, "What the hell was that?" The co-captain immediately notices the slight worry on her longtime associate's face. "Gary?"
"It's nothing to worry about. I'm sure you'll see Sara again." Oh my goodness, Mr. Green.
"What? What happened to her?"
"It's more 'what happened to us'."
A fuming Captain Sharpe marches all the way to the bridge. The alien consultant is failing to pacify her. She demands Mr. Constantine and Mr. Tarazi, "What the hell is going on?"
"Well, we were stuck in the Temporal Zone because Gideon couldn't find Earth," the second mentioned expounds, "and now, we're not in the Temporal Zone, at least." He soon glimpses at the co-captain's semblance. "Trippy dress, Ava."
"That's not what I was going for, Behrad. Why did no one tell me we're stuck? Gary?"
He justifies, "I was trying to distract you, so you wouldn't be upset."
"Okay, so where the hell are we?" Outer space.
"I cast a spell to bring us to Earth," the sorcerer explicates. "It's here… somewhere."
"Wait, wait, wait, wait. I think—there is something out there." They all lean forward to get a better look. "Hey, Gideon. Bring us to whatever that is due north." Yes, Co-Captain. When I fly the ship within proximity, the four remaining Legends are incredulous. Levitating among the celestial bodies is a bowling alley.
In no uncertain terms, the co-captain is miffed. "Thank you, everyone here, for making my day about a floating bowling alley. You dumdums stay here." The good news is that the time couriers are functional again as well as my connection to the Legends' earpieces. "Hi. Hello?"
"Ava?"
"Sara, you're here."
"What's with the bowling shirt?" I didn't know Captain Lance bowls.
"Well, I'll tell you about the bowling shirt if you tell me about this wedding dress."
"The wedding—Oh, my gosh. I forgot that I was wearing it. I was so mad at Gary because he didn't tell me about—"
"Babe, you look gorgeous."
"Really?"
"Yes. Anyway, why won't these freaking doors open? Can we get a little help, please?"
"League champs took control of those doors," a male voice in the background says. "No one gets in without an invitation."
Captain Sharpe questions Captain Lance, "What is that sweet man talking about?"
"Ugh, when we tracked down that last pod, we found this device and it zapped us here. Now, the only way for us to leave is for us to beat this team of alien bowlers who are surprisingly good. Wait, how did you find us?"
"Gideon couldn't find Earth, so Constantine cast a spell to bring the Waverider to it."
"Wait, so you're saying that Earth is in this bowling alley?"
"I guess. Who would be a cruel enough jerk to hide the Earth in a bowling alley?"
I hear the captain mutter, "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." She then discloses how the rival team, the Pin Killers, use planets as bowling balls. Unfortunately, Earth is one of them. Among all the crusades the Legends have embarked on, this has to be the most ludicrous. She asks the proprietor, "Buddy, this is your place. Why don't you just kick 'em out of here?"
"Can't. Rules say they can stay as long as they're champs. Now, they've taken root and taken over. They're turning my bowling alley into a bullying alley." The Legends are far behind and in the worst of moods. Captain Lance calls for a time-out. "Why the long face?"
"Well, Buddy, team's falling apart, and every human being alive is about to be annihilated."
"Shame. The way I see it, bowling is all about bending elbows with friends and wetting your beaks." The Legends do those things nearly every day. "Best bowling happens when you're not thinking at all. Can't beat bad energy with bad energy."
"You're right," she expresses. "I've been going about this all wrong. Buddy, can you do me a favor?"
"Yeah." The captain orders a round of nachos, French fries, and bottles of Coke for the other Legends as well as a Cherry Coke for herself. In addition, she turns off the scoreboard and accesses the jukebox to heighten their synergy. All these unsurprisingly achieve the desired outcome.
As the game persists, Mr. Green tracks the recent scores on a chalkboard in the parlour. The Pin Killers have 151 points; the Legends have 122. On the other hand, their bowling party is hampering their opponents' "style". The co-captain queries, "Gary, what are their chances?"
"At this point, we're gonna need a miracle."
In the corridors, I perceive Dr. Heywood and Miss Tomaz's return via portal. They are caught making out by Mr. Tarazi, who has left the galley with a bowl of popcorn. He promptly informs the preoccupied couple of the ensuing match. The latter returns to the parlour, quizzing, "How we doing?" By now, the Legends have a total of 142 points.
The alien consultant replies unconfidently, "It's the last shot, and Astra's up." Mr. Constantine and Mr. Tarazi observe this as bad news. Miss Logue's talents don't align with sports.
Captain Sharpe calls in, "Sara, are you there?"
"Yeah, I'm here."
"Uh, if Gary's calculations are correct, you guys can actually win this thing." She pauses before adding, "But Astra needs to roll a strike."
Miss Logue is much less enthused about this. "Of course the stakes couldn't be higher my first time bowling."
"Look, it's gonna be all right," Captain Lance assures her. "We need to change tactics. It's a very classic style. All you gotta do is get right in the middle. Nice, deep bend, and roll it on through."
"I left Hell to bowl granny-style?" Affirmative. "What has become of my life?"
"Hey, you got this, all right? You have the whole team behind you."
"Here goes nothing." The sorceress rolls the ball. Anticipation envelops the air on board and inside the alley. The Pin Killers even stop their mockery. Sure enough, it's confirmed that she secures the imperative strike.
The Earth is rolled back into the Milky Way galaxy. Moreover, Buddy is opening the bowling alley to all visitors. Captain Sharpe and the rest of the Legends exit the bridge to join the victors. I listen to her and the captain talking. "You know it's bad luck for you to see me in a wedding dress."
"Look, babe, you looked amazing. You look amazing in whatever you wear, but I treasure you too much to let you get married in that thing." What a relief; those alterations were absurd.