[Gunneson is lighting a picture of a girl on fire]
Chef: Trouble at home?
Gunneson: Yeah, I just got dumped at home in the form of a spectacularly written Dear John email.
Chef: Ah, that's life at sea.
Gunneson: Well, sprinkle her in the chili if you want.
Sean Cavennaugh: One of your plans have been activated. You're needed in Washington.
Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey: Which plan?
Sean Cavennaugh: "Threshold". You've just become the most important person on the planet.
Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey: [arrives with her dog on a leash]
J.T. Baylock: I take it you and Toto have been briefed.
Sean Cavennaugh: Well, here's your red team. Not exactly Charlie's Angles, are they?
Lucas Pegg: No obvious means of propulsion, no aerodynamic surfaces. My God, look at the way it's folding in on itself. It's almost like we're dealing with some kind of higher-dimensional geometry, maybe a Kaluza-Klein manifold?
Sean Cavennaugh: English, please.
Lucas Pegg: It means I just soiled my boxers... just a little bit.
Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey: Come on, come on.
Lucas Pegg: I think we're looking at a four-dimensional object in three-dimensional space. You see how it keeps morphing?
Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey: Yeah.
Lucas Pegg: I think because we live in a three-dimensional world, you see, we're only capable of seeing part of it.
Arthur Ramsey: We should go out sometime. What? You don't date guys... smarter than you?
Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey: I don't know. Never met one.
Dr. Nigel Fenway: Who ever stitched you up should be making shoes for a living.
Arthur Ramsey: Now, as to what's causing this pattern, remember the bomb they dropped over Hiroshima? The explosion was so hard core that it permanently burnt shadows of people into the walls and sidewalks. I think we have the electromagnetic equivalent here.
Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey: What about the shape itself?
Arthur Ramsey: I've got some ideas, but I'll have to do a Fourier analysis before I really nail it down.
Arthur Ramsey: Meticulous.
Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey: Details matter.
Arthur Ramsey: I think I saw that embroidered on a pillow once. You know, Caffrey, you didn't have to concoct this whole alien conspiracy theory to get the two of us alone together.
Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey: You're boring me, Ramsey. Do you get that, or do you need me to embroider it on a pillow for you?
Arthur Ramsey: [laughs wryly] I have to amuse myself somehow. You know, thanks to you, this might be my last job... ever. You ever consider that? I mean, did you think about that when you picked our names out of a hat? I mean, I was having a perfectly deviant lifes...
Lucas Pegg: You know, Doc, this... this is about the science. This is about the sense of discovery.
Dr. Nigel Fenway: Are you kidding me? Do you think people give a flying fart about science? The day the Mars Rover landed, what was the top story in the news?
Lucas Pegg: I don't know.
Dr. Nigel Fenway: "Britney Spears Married in Vegas"! I don't know. Given the state of the world today, a little alien intervention may be just what the doctor ordered.
[a light flares on. Molly, wet and barefoot in her nightgown, is walking below decks of the ship. Ahead at the hatchway, her dog walks into view, looks at her, and drops its sock-monkey toy. Molly continues walking toward it, but it turns in a persistence-blurring motion away. She steps through the hatch and peers around the turn to see herself strapped to the very table to which Gunnerson was strapped earlier, but dressed identically as to how she is now. The Molly on the table suddenly looks directly at her and tries to speak, but it comes out strangely distorted. It's herself, but also not her. As Molly backs away, she shudders on the table. Out the hatch, she runs down the same decking, lights going out, each one as she passes them. She falls in the dark and lands suddenly in a colorless landscape with blades of glass around her, narrowly avoiding impaling her hand and face in them. She gets up and looks around at this bizarre landscape. A glass forest. A heavy sigh echoes and there's a brittle, crackling sound. There's something reflected or refracted in one of the glass trees, an indistinct yet also distinctly alien form. As it shifts it seems that it is turning, looking at - and suddenly she's awake in her bed, dressed the same but her nightgown clean, and the telephone ringing]
Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey: [activates the phone] Hello?
Sean Cavennaugh: [over the phone] It's Cavennaugh. Are you okay?
Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey: Yeah. Why?
Sean Cavennaugh: I just had this dream... I-I can't explain it, but I saw myself... but it wasn't me. I know this is gonna sound strange, but... it-it... felt like more than just a dream. And there-there was this place... It was like I was really there. It was... it was like a forest. It was a glass forest. Molly?
Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey: Yeah. Sorry, uh... I-I saw it, too. I was there.
Sean Cavennaugh: What's happening to us?
Dr. Molly Anne Caffrey: I don't know.
[after the call, Molly walks down the hall to the kitchen and gets a bottle of water out of the refridgerator. She hears the sound of claws clicking on the floor, turns to see her dog approach, sit, and look at her. She closes the refrigerator door and turns back. She gasps! Gunnerson is there! He steps toward her]