"How 'bout we skip think, and go with know for now--" Sara drawls, coming back into view of the screen, and if her immediate relief isn't as apparent as her first voice that checked back, it's still there inside of her. (Two of six now; four more to go. They're okay, and if they aren't, they'll find the rest of the crew and make it okay.)

"We're grounded in Los Angeles, 2017. Before we appeared the first time." And then, just a touch trite and the edge of her mouth crooking almost up, as if it spite of her own declaration. "I think."