[His eyes follow her movements, landing on her hands over his, keeping him grounded in the here and now.]

The danger had to be real. It had to be a life-or-death situation. And we only had nine hours, and we were constantly split up, forced to choose different paths, so there was no way to learn everything--everything he had to, in order to understand what it was all about. Why he was there. What it was he'd always been supposed to do.

But the knowledge from those other timelines was still there in the morphogenetic field. And the one who chose the right path--the one who reached the final door--because he could remember things from those other histories, he was able to save her.

Every single other path was a dead end.