Escaping Denver.

Batch 5, episode 3, The Slip. I'm on the move.

Noah and Sarah have taken action and are heading to the archivist so the least I can do is start making moves myself.

And you know what?

The moment I decided where I was heading the clearer it all became. There is something about being directionless that's unnerving, like waiting for a bus that you don't know if you've missed.

I felt out of sorts.

So I can only imagine how Noah and Sarah were feeling jumping from rock to rock without knowing the next step.

I mean, it's one thing to have lofty goals like beating a global cabal like the collective,

but quite another if you can't even figure out where to start.

That aimlessness can quickly turn into hopelessness, which is the last thing we need right now.

So fingers crossed on this new direction, bringing them closer to their lofty goal.

Are you sure this is okay?

Okay that you wash?

It's not only okay, it's mandatory.

You stink.

We both stink.

Only one of us has been inside another creature.

Yeah, fair point.

Just like really get in there.

Are you gonna stand there watching me the whole time?

I'm on lookout.

Look out for what?

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