Sanctuary

Jessica: They'll find us, you know. They always do.

(Magnus watches a computer video log recording of "her" speaking) Recording: Hearing this, we will abandon the last Sanctuary. All efforts to find a cure for this plague have failed. Our only hope is to find safe ground to protect what few of us remain … I'm sorry for everything. Helen: Dear God.

Will: Three years ago … the air force dropped a daisy cutter … on an Argentine neighborhood that you were tryin' to evacuate. 15,000 people were vaporized, including you, at ground zero. And suddenly, here you are, alive and well. You were gone, Magnus, without a trace … Helen: I can't explain it … Will: Try! Helen: I don't know. I - I woke up here, with no memory of anything. I mean you, those creatures … Will: Well, you look good. You must've been holed up somewhere real sweet. You look like you've had … food, shelter, sunlight! Was there a colony that I didn't know about? Helen: The last thing I recall … Will: Was what? Helen: A mission. Central America. I … Why can't I remember anything since then? It's like this is all a dream. Will: Everything is gone, everything we built - gone. Everyone we ever cared about is dead! Does this look like a dream?

Will: We did everything we could to slow it - nothin' worked. After a while, you were euthanizing more than you treated. Governments evacuated cities, we abandoned the Sanctuaries … (sighs) That global panic thing, that's a bitch, let me tell you. Then they started deploying tactical nukes.

(Magnus insists on treating the infected girl) Will: This is all a very bad idea … which means you really must be you.

Will: Deviations? (scoffs) They've become the dominant species on the planet. They're like locusts … that turn other life forms into more locusts. Helen: But the contagion had to have started somewhere. Someone must have been the first to contract it. Will: Let's do the time warp again - typhus, smallpox, cholera, yellow fever, scarlet fever, malaria. They all bear no relation to this disease. Have you caught up yet?

Helen: This doesn't make any sense. There has to be a way to stop it … Will: (yelling) You've already done this! You tried every single, waking moment until the very end. Helen: You kept going. You're still fighting. Will: "Life without purpose isn't … life." I learned that from you.

(Will arrives with batteries) Will: A couple of storerooms on the garage level I missed when we evacuated, though we were in kind of a rush. I rigged this up with one of our one-hits (weapons), it should keep you in computerland for a while. Oh, and I hate to break it to you, but the internet's down - has been for about five years. Helen: I'll survive.

Helen: Defenses? Will: Nonexistent. It's just me and you against thousands of inhuman cannibals. Helen: Ah! Well then, we should be fine. (pauses) There was a time you would have laughed at that. Will: Yeah, I'm sure there was.

Helen: Will … the others? Will: Henry … made weapons for the government - until it finally fell. He kept finding newer, better ways to stop them, to kill them - then his number finally came up. Helen: I saw the photos. Will: The Big Guy refused to leave after we pulled up stakes, even though there was nothing here left to protect. I'm guessing he took more than a few with him when he finally went. Helen: And Kate? Will: She died … in the fighting. She was a good fighter, a good leader. Druitt … he took a tactical nuke and teleported into the middle of a high-density infection area. He took most of Boston with him. That was two weeks after we thought you were dead.

Will: I respect you tryin' to save this girl, it's even kinda nostalgic - but, come on, this is all just more stuff for the archaeologists to find in the future after we're long gone.