Sanctuary

(the survivors regain consciousness, covered in debris from the wrecked plane) Helen: You alright? Will (moaning): Oh … yeah. That was … That was bad. Sylvio (groaning): Ah-h, damn! Will: Sylvio!? You okay? Sylvio: What do you think?

Helen: I have good news. A rescue team will be here in about five hours. In the meantime, we'll assess your injuries and try to keep you all as warm as possible, and if the Gods are smiling, I'll find some tea and make us all a pot. Will: See, you'll be back in New Delhi by breakfast. Allison: I shoulda guessed this would be no match for the great Helen Magnus. Will: Exactly. Never doubt the boss.

(Sylvio reveals the creature's cage, which appears to have been ripped open) Sylvio: This is definitely after the punch line. (flashback of creature attacking the pilot) Will: You think it survived the crash? Helen: We did. Sylvio: Still gettin' paid, right? I mean, I did fulfill the contract to find and capture one bad-ass snow creature. I mean, what happens after that … Will: Hey, Sylvio, give it a rest, alright?

Braun: Yeah, well, hooray for you - and your safety protocols, 'cause they worked like a charm, right? Will: We didn't mean for this to happen. We took every precaution possible. Braun: Really? 'Cause he's dead! We're stranded here, and your cargo - gone. Or is it? Helen: We don't know. Strickland: What does that mean? Braun: That means we could be attacked at any time, that's what that means … Helen: That is extremely unlikely. These creatures are incredibly shy and used to their natural habitat. If it did survive, it would have sought refuge higher up the mountain. Braun: Shy!? That creature, or whatever the hell it was, almost killed every one of us!

Will: This is only for a few days, until the storm passes. Braun: Kid, I been fixing planes up here for 15 years. Winter storms in this part of the world are not like winter storms in your part of the world. They'll last a few weeks before they roll out. Sylvio: A few weeks? Braun: Do you know what "Hindu Kush" means …? (scoffs) "Slayer of Hindus". So named by the locals here because they believe that the weather and the mountains were created by God for the sole purpose of killin' people. Fun place for a plane crash, huh?

Strickland: I wasn't hiding, you know … when it happened. Helen: No one's saying that you were. Strickland: You're thinking it. Everybody's thinking it. Helen: Everyone was terrified. Strickland: You weren't. Helen: It's different for me. I've been doing this for a long time. Strickland: You think we crashed 'cause I wasn't in the cockpit, that I shoulda been there … tried to keep us in the air. I had to use the restroom, alright?

Helen: Oh, please, tell me that that is tea. Will: Gods are on vacation … it's coffee. Here. Helen: Pass. Will: Come on, it'll help you keep warm. Helen: I have standards, Will. Drinking coffee? Well below them. Will (laughs): Man, you are a Brit to the core, aren't ya? Helen: And proud of it. Will: So, uh, taking stock of things. We don't have a lotta food left, maybe a day or so - and the heater fuel is not gonna last much longer either. Helen: Alright … we'll ration everything very carefully. This could be home for a long while. Will: Yeah, well, you never know. This place, a little redecorating … probably still feel like a doomed hellhole. Helen: Is that your way of saying any port in the storm? Will (taking a drink): No, it's my way of coping with the fact that this is the world's worst cup of coffee. Helen: Rule Britannia.

Helen: I need to ask you something … and it may sound strange. Will: Oh, believe me, I'm getting very used to strange.

Allison: I'm sorry. This situation is just, um … I'm trying to stay calm. Helen: We all are. And believe me, I've been in far worse situations than this. Allison: You have? Helen: Absolutely. There was a town of zombies in Uganda, and, of course, I ran out of ammunition just as night fell. Um, a deep sea capsule I was in was trapped underneath a gigantic mutated squid; and, eh, there was an escaped lunatic who was able to turn himself into a giant ape. Allison: Thanks. You just made all that up, didn't you? Helen: Only two of them. My point is, you just have to keep trying, no matter what - and that's how we'll stay alive.

Will: Braun, do me a favor, alright? Just drop this whole "I'm angry at the world" routine, because it's getting very old. Braun: What are you, some kinda shrink now? Will (chuckles): Yes. As a matter of fact, I am. Braun: So what? Have you been, uh, psychoanalyzing me the whole time? What's your prognosis, Doc - angry at my mommy? Didn't get enough toys as a kid? Will: You're afraid … and there's a lot of that going around, so it doesn't make you so special. Braun: No, but it does make me human.

Will: Okay, so if what we saw before was just a … a Jedi mind trick, what the hell does this damn thing look like? Helen: I've no idea, but it's a good bet that it's as vulnerable to the cold as we are, hence its need to blend in among us in order to survive. Will: Magnus … how do I know that … Helen: I'm me? Will: Yeah. Helen: You don't. Nor am I certain that you're you. The creature could be any one of us. Will: I keep thinking there must be some way of telling, you know, a way of knowing if the person's really … them. Helen: For the moment, we'll just have to rely on the little things. Will: Like the fact that the real you wouldn't insult me by giving me false hope. Helen: Or the fact that you keep offering me that horrible brown sludge to drink.

Will: You're not real! Will's "Mom": Does that really matter?