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You can't really just come in... uh, you haven't gone through decontam yet...

Don't you have a medic or a doctor? Something came over Sam all of a sudden, he's sick!

Sick...? Is it Oripathy?!

Are you? Are you a doctor? You gotta save him, you gotta save ol' Sam, save us all!

He's been running like a kettle since late last night, and he's just started throwing up blood!

Please input the patient's location.

He's in the nearest hut... We did like you told us last time, gave him some painkillers, laid him down.

Understood. Initiating emergency treatment routine.

Joyce...!

Apologies. Other tasks have reduced priority.

I... I know.

I'm not trying to stop you, even if we're shattering safety regulations...

Joyce, I'm gonna go with you.

You are not a medical worker, Elena.

Who gives two cares? Remember, I took basic medical training too. An extra pair of helping hands can't hurt in a situation like this, right?

Plus I've gotta make the trip anyway, with my errand from Dorothy. Might as well be now.

Here!

Where's the patient?

Out of the way! Every second counts with acute Oripathy onset!

But...

Scan returned no results.

Don't move!

Is that... a nail gun?

There are no cases of acute Oripathy onset in the vicinity.

Sure aren't, Joyce. These are some healthy young men here.

Wouldn't have the strength to be pointing dangerous tools at us otherwise.

Hands up, ladies.

You're... the leader of the Pioneer Team.

You remember me? I admit I'm a touch surprised.

Sir, why have you tricked me and Joyce into coming here?

I trust you know, Urbica... Dr. Urbica.

That's how you say your surname, right?

You pronounced it beautifully...

Gonna trouble you to lend us your communicator there, Doc.

Pioneer Team needs to ask your superiors a few questions.

Dorothy... Dorothy! Are you okay?!

Yes, I'm fine.

S-Slow down. You almost knocked me over...

It's all my fault. If I'd found out what Ferdinand's been up to sooner... If I'd figured out a way to tell everyone sooner... If I'd talked to you a little more... If...

Sheesh, look at you... You came all the way here from observation in a hurry. There's dirt on your face.

It might've gotten on my face when I was beating up Ferdinand.

I already forgot what I grabbed to beat him with... My hand was shaking really bad.

Were you taking it out on him?

No... That didn't feel good at all.

Dorothy, I'm disappointed, and I'm angry, but after the dust settled, and after seeing those soldiers run after him... I also started to feel really bad.

Because of everything Ferdinand did?

No, because... because of what he could've done.

I still remember everything he taught me, and I still believe that, when he told me about his grand ideas, there wasn't an inkling of deception behind the light in his eyes.

And... there was a time... when I wanted his recognition more than anything...

That's gotta be really silly, right? Saying stuff like that?

Not even a little, Elena.

Sometimes... It's harder to accept than to deny.

You won't have to be anyone's assistant ever again.

He won't cast his shadow on you again, but the flames he lit still burn in your eyes. His end is your start point, and there's no doubt you will walk much farther than he ever did.

Dorothy...

Why do you sound like you're saying goodbye? What do you mean I won't be an assistant anymore...? I know you plugged yourself into the 'Hub,' but that doesn't mean there's something wrong with your body, right?!

Calm down...

I'm fine. If you don't believe me, ask our good doctor...

I make no guarantees.

Olivia, are you finished checking all the Pioneers?

There's still one more to go.

Hmm...

The 'Transmitter' is still flowing through you.

You are showing no physical abnormalities at the moment, but no one can tell how things might develop in the future.

You don't need to worry about me, my dear doctor.

These substances flowing inside me pose no greater threat than the crystals on your bodies... and the brewing storm up ahead.

But those little things won't stop us, will they?

Certainly not.

The out-of-control construct caused significant destruction to the base.

There is hardly any rubble in front of them; only a clean floor of silvery white.

Before long, even that will be cleaned up.

But... there will always be traces left here.

Suddenly, the silver river in front of them begins to move again.

The reflection of the rainclouds, huh...?

Acknowledged.

The government has taken over all administration of the site, and per our agreement, Rhodes Island needs to destroy all the information we've collected.

But this isn't the end.

I just got a new lead about Ferdinand's backer. I'm on my way to meet with the informant now.

Doctor...

Saria stops in her tracks and looks up.

There are rainclouds slowly drifting their way into the city.

At the test site some sixty miles away...

Somebody else is thinking the exact same thing.

It's about to rain in Trimounts.

That's pretty much a wrap.

Thanks for helping us clean up, Greyy.

I'm glad I could help, Mr. Sonny.

And uh... there's not actually much to clean.

We did good. Looks just like how things were when we got here.

Hey, do me a favor and pass on our apology and some thanks to your coworkers. It's just like you said. You Rhodes Islanders pulled us up out of our funk.

No, Mr. Sonny. It was you and the rest of the Pioneers who saved yourselves.

Did you forget? If you hadn't made your 'voice' heard, we wouldn't have had the chance to take your hand.

I'm blessed to have a friend like you.

My little engineer buddy, I'll never forget what you told me, not to mention everything that happened here at the site.

And Mary...

It's my job to make sure all of you get away from the site.

What I was gonna say is... you still got a chance to arrest me.

This whole mess is an experiment gone wrong, thanks to the work of a lone actor—That's the word from on high anyway.

And since those Rhine researchers don't want to press charges, your little 'kidnapping' isn't in the records.

No, I'm not talking about the last couple days.