[ She frowns, troubled. ]

...I don't know. The last time...

[ And the time before that, and the time before that. Five rounds. Dozens of people. ]

...We always woke up together, or...near each other. The group. And it was an enclosed space. A ship, or a station. Not...this.

It shouldn't be them. It shouldn't be possible, we took them down. They went to prison, all of them.

[ Except the Counselor, who, as usual, had gotten off scot-free. ]

But I don't know, Wash. Who else would do this? If it's not the network...why are we here?

[ It's one of life's great mysteries, isn't it? ]