Oh. Oh.
Captain's personal log--
the Shadow War is over.
We won.
[Glenn Miller's in the mood plays]
But I can't stop thinking about
what it cost us...
And how much work is still ahead of us.
Then again, maybe the doc's right.
Embrace the moment.
In the end, it's all we have.
Trouble will come in its own time.
It always does.
But that's tomorrow.
Give me today, and I will be happy.
Hey, Al. Thanks for stopping by.
I just came back
from a meeting at Earthdome.
The President has commissioned
a new program involving Psi-Corps,
Earthforce, Nightwatch,
and the ministry of peace.
Now, for reasons of security,
none of these groups will know
what the others have been assigned to.
Won't we end up
stepping on each other's toes?
That's a risk we'll have to take.
The President can't trust anyone
outside of the inner circle with the whole picture.
I'm not authorized to give you the details,
but something has rattled him big time,
so we've been given a new mandate--
the President wants Babylon 5 shut down...
Permanently.
It was the year of fire.
The year of destruction.
The year we took back what was ours.
It was the year of rebirth.
The year of great sadness.
The year of pain...
And a year of joy.
It was a new age.
It was the end of history.
It was the year everything changed.
The year is 2261.
The place...
If Clark wants to shut down Babylon 5,
why not just send in the troops?
He tried that last year
when they turned back our ships.
It had a disastrous effect on morale.
There's considerable sympathy for Babylon 5
among the alien governments and here at home,
so those are the areas being targeted
in the new program.
The goal is to knock the pins out
from under them,
then move in when they're vulnerable.
Any questions?
No, sir.
Your ship is ready to leave for Babylon 5,
Prime Minister.
You're sure you can't stay with us a while longer?
With the recent passing of the Emperor
and the Narn homeworld being freed,
I don't think this is a safe place
for me just now. Hmm?
I will return when things calm down.
Well, it's our loss.
The jarno plants are just coming into bloom.
5 days of flowering, and then they're gone.
Just like life, I suppose.
You really should see it.
Well, next time.
Oh...
I should tell you...
The centaurium met this morning
to discuss choosing a new Emperor.
With all the recent problems,
they voted to postpone
any decisions for a while,
so they could choose more wisely this time.
Probably a good idea.
The royal bloodline isn't what it used to be.
Too much intermarrying, I suppose.
I always say, "when you reduce a family tree
to a family bush,
you just can't hide as much beneath it."
Ha ha. Exactly.
So the centaurium has decided
to appoint a regent to the throne
until a new Emperor can be selected.
A regent?
Oh, my heavens,
who would take that job?
It pays very well, I hear,
but it's simply a ceremonial role.
Actually, they've selected you.
It hardly seems worth--
me?
You.
Oh, dear.
The royal court
awaits your orders, regent.
If you need any advice, I'll be on Babylon 5.
Good day.
Oh--oh, well-- that is...
I'm thinking...
Pastels.
Well, I don't see any sign of infection. That's good.
Wouldn't want to go any deeper into your eye cavity
to dig it out.
Thank you.
I believe I've had quite enough of that.
There's a lot of scarring back here.
The Centauri who plucked it out
was not a surgeon of your caliber.
I believe he used something similar to this.
I only saw it end on, you see.
Yeah. Here.
Is there any pain?
There is pain. Sometimes I find my eye itches.
How can it itch if it's no longer there?
Phantom limb syndrome.
Nerves are still sending off random impulses.
Let me give you something for the pain,
then I want you to come back for a full neural scan
to determine what's left of the optic nerve bundle.
Can't promise anything,
but I might be able to fix you up
with a prosthetic.
Yeah. It's gonna be a tough match.
I don't have access to the newer prosthetics
now that we're cut off from Earth,
and they are designed for human metabolism, but...
Will I see as I did before?
Well, even under ideal conditions,
the neural interface is difficult.
You're gonna have some scanning lines...
Interference if you get near power sources.
Oh, it will do.
Thank you, doctor.
Here.
G'Kar, there's a rumor that, uh...
After Narn was freed,
your people wanted to put you in charge.
Is that true?
Why didn't you take it?
I have seen what power does,
and I have seen what power costs.
The one is never equal to the other.
Aagh...
Voice: What happened after you left Babylon 5?
I told you, I don't remember.
What happened--
I said I don't remember!
[Babcom unit beeps]
Yeah. What is it?
Mr. Garibaldi, we've got a coded message for you.
It just came in.
Source?
We haven't been able to run it down.
We ran a standard decode on it,
but we couldn't find anything.
All right, put it through.
Computer, delete last transmission
and log of incoming messages.
Confirmed.
Well, we might as well get started.
Mr. Garibaldi, good of you to join us at last.
Well, now that we are all here--
uh...before you do that,
there's, uh, something I want to say.
This isn't easy for me,
and I imagine it's gonna be a pain in the butt
for everybody else, too, but, uh...
[Sighs]
Well, there's no easy way to get to it,
so I'll just say it.
I've decided to resign as head of security,
effective immediately.
You can't just resign like this.
Who says?
Since we broke away from Earth,
you can't exactly hold me to my Earthforce contract.
We're free agents now.
Michael...
We've all been under a lot of strain lately,
so no one can blame you for feeling a little stressed out.
Maybe a few days away.
I don't want a few days away.
I don't want a vacation, a leave of absence,
or a 5-day pass to disneyplanet.
I just...Want out.
Why?
Because I want to get out of the game
while I'm still ahead. That's why.
Where does it say
that I have to fight someone else's battles
every day for the rest of my life?
I'm tired.
I'm tired of fighting wars
I can't even begin to understand.
Ok, we won. So now what?
We can't go home.
President Clark would have us up for treason
in a hot second.
So, do we go up against our ships again?
Just stay out here, live like outlaws
for the rest of our lives?
What kind of a life is that?
I agree. We've got a lot of work to do back home,
but there are ways to do it.
And what if you're not doing it the right way?
If you've got a better idea,
put it on the table.
No, I don't have a better idea.
I can't find a way out of this.
All I see here is a chance to get out
while I still have my skin.
Make a life.
Maybe find a little happiness.
Doing what?
[Sighs]
Uh...i figure... Go independent.
Start my own company.
During the war, a whole lot of people
lost a whole lot of things
and a whole lot of people.
They're gonna need someone
to help 'em find those things.
A man could make a decent living doing that.
Hell, maybe even do some good.
Garibaldi...
Look, I didn't come here to argue with you.
I just wanted to tell you
because you got a right to know.
We all went through hell together,
and whether you realize it or not,
we're all damn lucky to be alive.
I did my part, and now, it's...
It's time for me
to try and find a life for myself.
The war was about finding our own way
and making our own choices.
If you won't let me do that, if...
If I can't carve out
just a little bit of happiness for myself,
then I have to ask--
what the hell were we fighting for?
After you get your assignments,
you still have to rotate through customs
once every 2 or 3 days.
We get a lot of ships coming through here,
and if we don't rotate our people
on a regular basis, they'll get burned out.
Now check this display as soon as you come on duty.
This is where you'll get your updates
on who to hold and who to let through.
Anything unusual gets flagged.
And would I fall under the category
of unusual, Mr. Allan?
Well, didn't think we'd be seeing you again
anytime soon, Ambassador.
Yes, I gathered that
from the look of unvarnished joy
on your face when you saw me.
Perhaps you'd like to sit down
before you are overcome by ecstasy.
Thanks. I'm fine.
So, what happened...
They get tired of you back home?
Tired? No, of course not.
Don't be absurd.
Why, the Emperor himself
said I would only be allowed to leave
over his dead body.
I said, "well, how strange.
"Mr. Allan said
"I would only be allowed back onto Babylon 5
over his dead body."
With my very busy schedule,
I can only accommodate so many requests.
I know it is a burden,
but you will simply have to wait your turn.
The only reason that guy is still alive
is that half the time,
I don't know what the hell he's talking about.
The other half, I wish I didn't.
That's why it's important
to check in on customs on a regular basis.
You never know who's gonna walk in the--
just a guess, Mr. Allan,
but I suggest the word you're looking for
is "door."
Now please notify the Captain that I'm here.
I need to meet with him
and the rest of the command staff
a.s.a.p.
I assume my usual quarters in the brig
are available.
I've grown so attached to the place.
For you, Mr. Bester,
always.
You ever have one of those days?
Yeah, well, I guess I better notify--
[beep beep]
[Toggles comlink]
Zack here.
The Captain wants to see you a.S.A.P.
He said there's been a problem
with Mr. Garibaldi.
On my way.
Look, I'm getting the hell outta here
before anybody else walks through there.
With my luck, it'll be the second coming,
and I'm still 3 commandments behind on penance.
Here, take over.
[Identicard beeps]
Thank you.
[Doorbell chimes]
Yeah, come in.
G'Kar. Uh...Hi.
I heard, uh...
Well, I heard you went looking for me.
You're about the only one who did.
I heard you lost your, uh...
Uh, that the Centauri captured you
because of me.
If you had stayed here on the station,
where you had sanctuary, then...
Th-they couldn't have...
G'Kar, i-I'm sorry.
I don't know what else to say.
I'm sorry.
♪ Welcome home, Mr. Garibaldi ♪
Ha ha ha ha ha.
Thank you, G'Kar.
What? I can't breathe.
Oh. Ahh.
Sorry. Why were you apologizing?
Because, uh...
Because it was all for nothing.
You went through all that for me, and...
They found me somewhere else.
All for nothing? Absolutely not.
Yes, true, if I hadn't gone after you,
the Centauri would never have captured me,
and, yes, it cost me my eye,
but it put me in the right place
to strike a deal with Mollari.
Because of that deal, my world is now free.
Then you're not upset?
Upset?
I'm delirious with joy!
It proves that if you confront the universe
with good intentions in your heart,
it will reflect that and reward your intent.
Yeah. Usually.
It just doesn't always do it in the way you expect.
Yeah, maybe. Maybe.
Maybe so. I'm just, uh...
I'm just sorry you had to go through all this.
For this goal, I'd go through far worse.
That's why I came here-- to thank you.
Through your friendship,
you became the one thing outside my own people
that I could care enough about
to risk being captured,
and in so doing, helped me serve my people
more than I had dreamed possible.
You have a very weird way
of looking at the universe, G'Kar,
but I kind of like it. Thank you.
And you, Mr. Garibaldi. Good day.
Heh heh heh heh.
Even for a Narn... He's nuts.
I didn't think the chief would ever walk away
from this job.
Something's gotta be wrong.
He's been acting funny ever since he got back.
Maybe so, but until we know more,
we have to go along with this.
Meanwhile, I'm putting you in charge of security.
After that, I want you to find Lyta Alexander
and escort her to the conference room.
We're meeting with Bester in about an hour,
and I want to be sure we're not scanned.
[Beep beep]
Ivanova--go.
Commander, you better put on ISN.
They're talking about us.
Computer, show us ISN.
[Beeps]
The newly issued Presidential mandate
forbids any Earth ship
to travel to or from Babylon 5.
This includes commercial transports,
passenger liners, and private cruisers.
Earthforce patrols
are authorized to use force
to maintain the quarantine zone.
Any ship found violating these rules
will be seized, with both crews and passengers
subject to arrest.
The President took this action
in response to reports
from the ministries of peace and security
detailing possible terrorist threats
emanating from Babylon 5.
The President will release information
regarding these threats
at a later date.
Once again,
all travel between Earth and Babylon 5
is now forbidden by law.
[Chiming]
Lyta: Yes?
Zack Allan, ma'am. Can I see you?
[Door opens]
You moving?
While I was working for him,
the new Vorlon Ambassador
had me throw everything out.
He said it was a distraction
from my duties.
Now that he's gone,
I went out, picked up a few things and...
I don't quite know where to put it all.
Yeah, I know the feeling.
Listen, the Captain wants me to escort you
to the conference room.
Bester just came aboard, and...
Bester?
The psi-cop?
Yeah. Sorry, I assumed the two of you met before.
Oh, we have.
While I was at the academy, I interned with the psi-cops
as a field assistant.
Psi-cops are trained to make everyone nervous,
but Bester can make even other psi-cops nervous.
Hell, the guy can make poison Ivy nervous,
but we have to make sure he doesn't scan anybody.
The Captain needs you to keep an eye on him.
Zack, when I broke with the corps,
I became a rogue telepath.
As far as Bester's concerned,
I'm just another blip.
If he sees me, he'll take me back.
The Captain won't let him take you anywhere.
You've got his personal guarantee.
So, will you come?
Zack...
How come the only time people come to see me
is when they want something from me?
Scan someone. Protect someone.
Set up the Vorlons so you can take 'em out.
I nearly got my brain fried at Z'ha'dum,
but nobody comes just to visit.
Nobody comes by and says,
"let's have dinner."
I'm sure it's nothing personal.
I don't have to be a teep
to know that you're lying, Zack.
So, what is it?
Look, Lyta, you gotta understand--
you were close to the Vorlons,
and they're not exactly popular right now.
And...there's a rumor going around
that before they left, they changed you,
made some modifications, so, yeah...
People are a little wary around you.
With everything we've been through lately,
can you blame them?
No, I can't.
I guess I already knew it. I...
Just needed to hear it from someone.
I needed someone
to be honest with me about it.
Thanks.
I might not like it,
but at least I know where I stand.
Well, just part of the service.
L-listen, uh...
Later on, if you still need some help
unpacking this stuff,
you call me, ok?
I'll bring pizza.
Thanks.
Yeah.
Too much! You're a thief!
I'll give you 20 credits for the set. That's all.
So?
Ha ha!
[Mutters]
My world is now free.
You no longer exist in my universe.
Pray that we never notice one another again.
I want you to know
that I object to this, Captain.
Ms. Alexander has no business being here.
She's a blip.
By all rights, I should arrest her
and take her back with me.
Oh, you could do that.
And I could nail your head to the table, set fire to it,
and feed your charred remains to the Pak'ma'ra.
But it's an imperfect world,
and we never get exactly what we want.
So get used to it.
Captain, this is pointless.
She's a p5.
If I were really going to try something,
she's not strong enough to block me anyway.
You're just embarrassing yourself and her.
Haven't we learned by now
to trust each other?
No. Now sit.
I take it you've seen the news.
We have.
What the hell is going on back home?
This quarantine--
now that he's lost his allies among the Shadows,
the President is worried
about what you might do next.
He knows you'll come after him sooner or later,
so he's making a preemptive strike.
He wants to destroy your credibility,
undermine your position back home
and among the alien governments.
They've already launched phase one:
The propaganda war.
With phase two,
they get serious.
And what's phase two?
Ah...
It's not that easy, Mr. Allan.
This information
has a price tag attached to it.
Why? You said that you would help us
in exchange for us trying to free your lover
from the neural nets the Shadows used on her.
True.
Even though the Shadows seem to be gone,
their allies in the corps are still there,
so I can't pursue this back home.
But, uh...
You haven't succeeded yet, have you?
The organic technology used in the wetware
is beyond anything we've ever come across before.
I've put them back into cryogenic suspension
until we can figure it out. Now, in time--
there is another way.
If the Shadows have left Z'ha'dum...
And that's where this technology came from,
why not go there and take it?
Go back to Z'ha'dum? Are you nuts?
Why not?
If what you say is true, the place is deserted.
No. No, they would've left defenses.
Maybe so, but that's my price.
You take me to Z'ha'dum,
and I'll tell you what I know about phase two.
After that, we go our separate ways.
It's a risk.
I mean, even though Z'ha'dum has been abandoned,
we don't know what they left behind.
We're gonna have to have more information
before we try this.
Information or not,
I don't think you should go back there again.
You barely got out the last time.
Look, we can send someone else, right?
Sheridan: No one else knows the area.
[Bullwhip cracks]
You ok?
Fine.
Is there a consensus?
No.
But we'll go anyway.
You have my word.
Now, uh...
This phase two...
President Clark has ordered
the Earthforce base in sector 49
to keep a squadron of Starfuries on patrol
beside the local jumpgate.
Bester: Sector 49 is the last stopover point
for ships traveling from Earth to Babylon 5.
They've been told to challenge any ship
coming through the gate.
What they don't know is that a black omega squadron--
an elite attack force attached to Psi-Corps
and answerable only to President Clark--
has been dispatched in heavily armed transports.
Their mission is to jump out
and destroy the security patrol
before they can react,
then leave behind evidence indicating that Babylon 5
was responsible for the attack.
Blaming you
for the unprovoked murder of our pilots
will help get the military and public opinion
back on Clark's side.
You'll have to send a team
to intercept the black omega squadron immediately,
or it'll be too late.
It's ironic, I suppose:
Save the Earthforce patrol,
and continue the blockade of Babylon 5;
let them be destroyed,
and you'll be framed for murder
and lose sympathy back home.
For you, it's a lose-lose proposition, Captain.
But as you said...
It's an imperfect world.
I appreciate you doing this, chief.
Not a problem.
You know, when I got the emergency codes
to lock down the station,
I made sure to put them someplace safe.
So why is it that someplace safe
is always the one place
you can never remember later?
You got something to say, Zack?
I got eyes in the back of my head.
You grow 'em after you've been shot in the back.
You run security long enough,
you're gonna grow 'em yourself.
So...
I think you're making a mistake.
Quittin' like this, chief, just ain't right,
not after everything we've been through.
What, you don't want a promotion?
It's not about a promotion. You know better than that.
I just don't want you to make a mistake.
Here we go.
Found it.
Zack...
I got a flash for you.
You know, the one thing in life
that you can be sure about
is that you're gonna make mistakes.
Big ones, small ones...
The kind of mistakes that take your breath away
and haunt you for the rest of your life.
It happens.
I've had to learn that the hard way.
But this, right or wrong,
this is something that I gotta do for myself.
Remember when I hired you?
Yeah. It was the first break I had in a long time.
Exactly. Details I don't have to go into.
You know, and I know,
and that's all that needs know, right?
Nobody would hire you.
I checked your references.
They all said the guy is a problem.
But at some point,
you just gotta go on instinct.
The way I figure it,
we are all entitled to one really big
incredibly stupid screwup in our lives.
Maybe this is one of those.
We'll see.
A lot of people told me
I was making a mistake with you.
But I was right.
And if I could be right about you,
why can't I be right about me?
Zack, you're the best second I've ever had.
You'll make a good chief.
Well, not as good as me, but, you know,
we can't expect miracles here, right?
Jeez, talk about delusions of adequacy...
Here.
Thanks...
For everything.
You are welcome.
Now get outta here. I got things to do.
[Sighs]
Hey.
Ohh. Thank you for coming along.
You know, spending 5 minutes with Bester
would try the Patience of a Saint,
but being stuck with him on a ship
goes above and beyond the call of duty.
It's not a burden.
It will give us some time together.
That can never be a bad thing.
I know, I know.
It's just we never seem to get a break.
And I figured, well, the war's over, we won--
we should get a few days off before the next big crisis.
But it never seems to work out that way.
No.
You wouldn't have it any other way.
I beg your pardon?
You're a problem-solver.
You're one of these people
who will pick up a rope
that's gotten all tangled up
and spend an entire day untangling it...
Because it's a challenge,
because it defies your...
Sense of order in the universe,
and because you can.
Sometimes I try to picture you
sitting on a beach
with absolutely nothing to do.
And?
And the picture always ends
with your head imploding.
You haven't known me this long to know me so well.
We're old souls.
Deal with it.
Earth security patrol to transports.
If you're en route to Babylon 5,
you must turn back or prepare to be boarded.
Do you receive?
I repeat, security patrol to unidentified ships!
Heave to at once!
Ivanova: Alpha squadron to Earthforce patrol.
It's a trap! Break off! Break off!
We've got 'em boxed in.
Alphas 2 and 3, help take out the enemy fighters.
4 and 5, you're with me.
Security patrol to Alpha squadron.
Damn, people, you just saved our butts.
Where the hell'd you come from?
Ivanova: Babylon 5.
Babylon 5?
I thought you were supposed to be
the bad guys here.
Well, let's just say
that reports of our disloyalty have been greatly exaggerated.
[Beeping]
We hit their primaries.
Break away.
You've been keeping me out since I got here.
A good question is: Why?
A better question is:
How?
I was thinking...
I may have spoken rashly before.
There may be some value in not turning you over.
You're stronger than the last time I saw you.
We all change.
Yes, but, um...
This is different. I can feel it.
Whatever's happened to you...
You have a moral obligation
to share it with the corps, Lyta.
The corps is mother. The corps is father.
In that case, Mr. Bester,
I'm an orphan.
Not an orphan.
Just a...
Confused, frightened child
who's run away...
And needs to be reminded where home is.
Lyta...
Remember...
I know things about you
you wouldn't want anyone else to know.
Never forget that.
Is that it?
It looks like hell.
That's about right.
John, the crew is picking up
something unusual at the local jumpgate.
What is it?
It appears to be an evacuation.
Those aren't Shadow vessels. Who are they?
The Shadows could not have done all they did alone.
They had allies, dark servants from other races who helped
because they believed
or because they had something to gain.
Why would they be evacuating?
Are we picking up any signals from the planet?
No.
Lyta?
I'm not sensing anything.
It feels...Dead.
Then we can go in.
There's no one there to stop us.
Come about! What?!
Get us away from the planet, fast!
What are you doing?
Defenses down, no warning message...
There's nobody left down there.
Maybe the Shadows decided
not to leave anything behind for others to steal.
No.
No! They wouldn't...
Looks like we're still stuck with each other, Mr. Bester.
Like I said...
It's an imperfect world.
This is where we're keeping most of the telepaths
that we rescued from the Shadows
until the doc can get the control devices
out of their brains.
The rest of them are in cryo.
Which one is she in?
Your ship leaves in 10 minutes.
I'll be back in 5.
Hi.
I tried.
Damn, but I tried.
6 men...
My best pilots.
They weren't my orders.
I just passed them on
and...
Took advantage of it.
They trusted me...
Never imagined
what I was sending them into.
When I gave them the orders,
I looked in their eyes, and...
It's...
A hard thing...
To send people in to die...
When you're the one pulling the trigger.
But I'd do it again.
Black omega was my baby,
my creation,
and I'd gladly sacrifice the whole squadron...
If it would bring you back to me.
But...
It was all for nothing.
Sheridan and the others,
they're probably laughing right now.
Well...
That's all right.
I still have an Ace in the hole,
and it'll hurt them
more than anything they've ever done to me.
I...
Miss you.
There's no one...
At home for me to talk to.
Good night.
I'll see you soon...
I promise.
[Doorbell chimes]
Yes?
I just, uh, thought I'd come by,
see how you were doing.
Fine. Fine.
Why shouldn't I be?
You know, I was just thinking about the...
Timing of that evacuation at Z'ha'dum,
and then I remembered what Ivanova told me--
that when the three of you went to Z'ha'dum to find me,
the Shadows picked up on your telepathic signal.
Now, those sensors
were probably left behind when the Shadows went away.
If someone knew they were there,
began sending a telepathic probe
the moment we hit hyperspace,
it might just be enough
to set off the destruct sequence.
Of course, it would take a very powerful telepath
to send a signal that far ahead.
Hyperspace has been known to enhance telepathic abilities.
Not that much.
And do all that
and keep Bester from picking up the signal?
That's a bit much for a p5, wouldn't you say?
Maybe even beyond a p10...
Or a p12.
Now, what I haven't figured out yet
is...
Why would someone go through all that?
Theoretically?
Maybe because he got me angry.
Maybe because there's some leftover commands
from the Vorlons I haven't recognized yet.
Maybe because what's left on Z'ha'dum
can't be allowed to fall into anyone's hands,
for any reason.
And maybe...
Maybe because he has hurt so many of my people,
he deserves to be hurt in response.
He has sent away so many loved ones,
he deserves to find out what it feels like
to lose someone he cares about.
And I wouldn't have been told
because he could scan me.
But not you.
Yes.
Well, theoretically.
Well, I'm glad we're talking theory here, Lyta...
Because as much as I may agree
with your reasons,
might even have supported the decision,
if this were to happen again...
If a command-level decision
were made without consulting me,
I would turn you over to the Psi-Corps
and let them turn you inside out.
Am I perfectly crystal clear?
Yes, sir.
[Sighs]
[Doorbell chimes]
Yes? What?
I got half plain cheese and half pepperoni--
at least, they said it was pepperoni.
I don't think we should look too close, though.
You still need a hand?
I've been monitoring the gold channels.
Clark's having a hell of a time
explaining the ambush.
"Just all a terrible mistake," he says.
Hmm.
He won't try that again.
No one would fall for it now.
We've gone from lose-lose to win-win.
It seems like.
So why do you look so worried?
I was just thinking about those ships
we saw leaving Z'ha'dum.
Delenn called them the allies of the Shadows,
dark servants...
We don't know what they took when they left,
where they're going,
or what they plan to do when they get there.
Maybe they just wanted out.
Or maybe they want to get even.
Well, with Z'ha'dum gone,
it'll take a long time
before they can do anything to anybody.
Yeah, I suppose so.
But I just wish I knew where they were going.
Yaah!
[Whimpering]
[Nervous laugh]
A dream...
That's all.
Just a bad dream.