airlock.
Do you have any idea
what you're saying?
I'm saying I don't know what it is,
and nothing you've said indicates you do.
Maybe it is an alien artefact,
maybe it's a magic trick.
Maybe it's a distillation of knowledge,
maybe it's just a toy - an alien child's toy.
Or an alien sex object. It looks like it...
Or maybe it was so dangerous that the
only way to get rid of it was to bury it.
Maybe.
It has no business being on this ship.
- It's harmless.
- You had contact with it.
- And you have abnormal bone growth.
- I've had that my whole life!
We don't have uplink. We can't confirm it.
Scan it and log it on record. When we
get to clear space we tag it and float it.
- I think you're making a big mistake.
- Oh, yeah?
Do you want to clarify that?
I'm offering you
the opportunity of a lifetime
and you're passing it up.
- For all of us.
- For all of us?
Your "opportunity"
has cost us our captain,
endangered this crew
and wasted critical time.
All this for some delusional belief
that you'll get rich.
There's no opportunity.
And there is no "us"!
It stays in sealed quarantine
till we get to clear space.
I want a rescue return transport
on the shuttle.
- Think you'll need that?
- I don't know.
But the distress signal from the mine was
cut short, it came in under a false name,
and our friend didn't bother to attach
a hazard warning to his distress signal.
Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it's just
a kid trying to make some dough.
If that's how it is, I'll come back,
we'll blast out of this orbit
and I'll make one hell of an apology.
Any way you look at it,
it beats staying behind in the shuttle.
- Rescue transport's on board.
- Thank you, Benjamin.
Keep an eye on this guy. Both of you.
- Good to go?
- Set.
See ya.
- Initiate launching sequence.
- Main thrusters primed.
Shuttle clear forlaunch.
It's not easy, is it?
Watching someone
you care about go away.
That's how it was for him when you left.
I know that surprises you,
but it's the truth.
- I know you cared about him too.
- I have a lot of work to do.
Kaela!
If you need anyfhing,
anyfhing at all, you just let me know.
Warning. High-gravity fiield
creating excessive rate ofapproach.
That would explain
why we're going so fast.
Was that meant to be funny, Nick?
Come on.
Where's your sense of humour, Sweetie?
Like you, I was nevergiven one.
Not much room to manoeuvre.
You are correct.
Engines on standby. Deploy RRT.
Rescue return transport deployed.
Kinda knew you'd be comin' this way.
It's funny.
Here we are,
caught in the gravitational pull
of a blue giant,
and the one thing
you keep thinking about
is sex.
You know you want a baby.
You just need to figure out
if he's the right one to have it with.
I don't get it. How did you know? It's like...
It's not mind-reading.
It's more like
just knowing.
Only if the other person wants me to.
Like you want me to.
You want something else too.
- This isn't right.
- Don't be so hard on yourself.
What you're feeling afterwards
will tell you if being with him
is right or wrong.
If it seems right
and you decide to stay with him,
then this could be your last, wild,
impulsive moment of passion!
And if it seems wrong,
then you'll let him know. Now.
Before it's too late.
Before he really gets hurt.
The only real sin
is regret.
Sweetie, what's the location
of the fuel supply?
Titan records show all fuel supply areas
are on the lowermining level.
Access is bypneumatic elevator-
directly ahead ofyou, Nick.
Any idea how deep they were mining?
Last report: 3,200 metres.
Long ride down.
Not really, Nick.
I've updated my analysis
of the unknown object.
Computing atomic mass
to quantum weight
suggests the presence of
extra-dimensional isotopic matter.
- Extra-dimensional?
- Yes.
The isotopic matter
appears to be ninth-dimensional.
Define ninth-dimensional matter.
While mathematics can
demonstrate its existence,
I'm afraid human language