"On the plains of Galiolith,
Crystalline chimes herald a new beginning
For all who wish to hear them."

Ghillie Clethrad, "Flumerian Hymns"
CY 6104

[Maru crew area]

(The Maru is taking on people from a damaged spaceship.)
COMPUTER: Attention, attention, transport passengers now disembarking.
HARPER: Welcome to the Eureka Maru, where the party never ends. Of course, that's because it never begins either, but that's another story.
COMPUTER: Pre-defined area. Thank you. Attention, attention
HARPER: Look, happy hour doesn't start until one of you actually smiles, okay?
(One of the robed men wanders quietly away.)
COMPUTER: Attention, arriving passengers. Please stay clear of ladders, storage areas, and portals. Please stay within the pre-defined area. Thank you.
(Two other robed figures join him, one in green, the other in aqua. Now we see they are wearing Wayist medallions, and a small black box on a string.)
WEZLOW: Ah, my two rays of sunshine have revealed themselves at last.
GREEN: After twenty five years of tracking you through a galaxy, it was here all along. The Voice of Darkness never left.
WEZLOW: I can understand how upset you must be after all that wasted time.
GREEN: Where is it?
(The green-robed one pushes Wezlow against the bulkhead.)
WEZLOW: Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah. I see you people still wear those Abysmal necklaces. You know, the fun of accessorising is variety.
GREEN: We'll rip this ship apart, and we'll find it. We don't need you anymore.
(He shoots Wezlow point-blank in the chest. Beka and Hunt enter.)
BEKA: Hey, what are you two doing?
HUNT: Hey, hey, hey! Leave it or die.
(The other man in the aqua robe touches his box, and a piercing noise makes Hunt and Beka helpless. Green Robe takes Beka as a shield.)
BEKA: Maybe you should have said please.
HUNT: Beka. North star.
(Hunt bounces his forcelance charge off a roof strut, hitting Green's gun hand and freeing Beka. Harper, who is guiding other Wayists through, gets pushed aside as Green runs to join his companion inside the airlock, and try to open the outer door.)
HARPER: The great thing about the Maru is we've got cargo holds. Oof!
HUNT: Hey! Shut the air lock!
(The two would-be assassins are sucked out.)
HARPER: What kind of Wayists were they?
HUNT: The suicidal kind.
HARPER: They sure found the Way now.
HUNT: Watch them.
(Beka goes to the injured man.)
WEZLOW: I'm fine.
BEKA: Don't talk. Don't talk.
HUNT: How's he doing?
BEKA: He's in bad shape. I told him to try not talking, but I think he's delirious.
HUNT: Maybe he's trying to tell us who those guys were.
BEKA: Well, they weren't Wayists, that's for sure.
WEZLOW: Beka. Beka.
BEKA: How do you know my name?
WEZLOW: Your present. Don't let them find your past.
BEKA: Who are you?
(Wezlow reaches up to touch Beka's cheek, revealing a tattoo on his inside forearm. Then he dies.)
HUNT: He's not a Wayist either. He's a Collector.

[Command]

HARPER: What the hell were they, pretending to be Wayists, jumping straight out of our air lock into deep space. I mean, my jokes weren't that bad. What kind of freaks do that?
ROMMIE: Non-organic freaks.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: Analysis indicates particles were composed of thirty eight point five percent hyper-synthetics, forty one point three foam titanium, fifteen point two percent organic material, and five percent muelanium.
HUNT: A radical isotope. Surprise, surprise. The Abyss.
ROMMIE: Before their sudden departure, they transmitted high-frequency sound waves.
TRANCE: He didn't have much. Disguised as a Wayist, his possessions were few.
RHADE: He'd been living among them for twenty five years.
HUNT: Yet he knew Beka's name.
RHADE: Well, now we know his. Theocratus.
BEKA: Theocratus? I do know him. Henri Theocratus Wezlow.
WEZLOW [memory]: Punk. I got your nose.
BEKA: When I knew him, he just went by Wezlow. He and his wife Nema used to work on the Maru when I was a little kid. I can't believe I wouldn't recognise him. I can't believe he was a Collector. He was always such a great guy.
HUNT: That never changed. He er, had a tattoo. He was a true Collector.
RHADE: The kind that seek knowledge for its own sake, not power.
BEKA: Huh. I didn't think there were any left.
ROMMIE: That's because they went into hiding.
HUNT: But Wezlow came out of hiding to find Beka. Rommie, enhance and replay Wezlow's last words.
ROMMIE: Enhancing and replaying.
WEZLOW [OC]: Beka. Beka. Your present. Don't let them find your past.
HARPER: And in the future, leave better messages.
BEKA: It means nothing to me.
TRANCE: Maybe this will help. I found the flexi sewn into his robes.
(Beka hands it to Harper who passes it to Rommie, who inserts it into her console. Up comes a hologram of a planet.)
HARPER: A map. A treasure map. Maybe your future just got brighter, Beka. Maybe my future just got brighter.
HUNT: Daedalus Five, Rommie.
ROMMIE: Daedalus five was destroyed by an asteroid three hundred years ago.
HARPER: I told you not to get your hopes up.
HUNT: Well, this looks like it's our only hope.
RHADE: The Abyss is after what Wezlow wanted to tell you.
BEKA: A man came out of my past and died right in front of me. I can't let this pass.
HUNT: All right, then. Let's go.
(After a hop through slipstream -)
HARPER: It's still here, and it's intact.
ROMMIE: Yes, and surface scans indicate hospitable atmospheric conditions.
ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: The interior of the planet is composed of highly compressed matter. five point six grams per cubic centimetre.
RHADE: Dylan, the moons on the holo-flexi have moved from their original position. I'll realign them.
(After he does, lines point from the moons to a point on the planet.)
BEKA: The underground coordinates of the planet.
ROMMIE: I'm detecting a catacomb environment composed of five thousand hallways within five hundred main galleries. The walls are made up of silica and copper.
HARPER: Computers!
RHADE: A Library. Of course.
HUNT: I think that qualifies as buried treasure.
HARPER: Yeah, for impractical nerds.
RHADE: Some actually value wealth of knowledge over material wealth, Harper.
HARPER: And some already have all the knowledge we need. We value silence over stupid opinions.
RHADE: So why are you still talking?
HUNT: Are you two finished? The map indicates a specific gallery, and that is where we start.

[Library]

HARPER: Look, it's not that I can't see the value of knowledge. It's just that for once, I'd like to see the value of treasure in my own two hands.
BEKA: For the last time, Harper, we're not looking for treasure.
HARPER: All right, so if this is a Library, where are all the flexis? Boss.
BEKA: Dylan.
HARPER: Er, we've got company.
(A woman walks out of a glass compartment.)
HARPER: Hey, it's just like the Bev-o-tron. I press a button, and out comes a cool drink of love.
BEKA: She's a person, Harper, not a Sparky-cola.
AMIRA: You're Captain Dylan Hunt.
HUNT: Guilty. We weren't sure of the reception we'd get if we announced ourselves.
AMIRA: I'm Collector Amira. I can't imagine how you found our special collection, or what brings you here.
HUNT: Just doing a little research.
AMIRA: In our Archive, there is nothing but stored recordings of historical events, popular culture, and literature collected over centuries by our field operatives. What makes the Archives unique is that you experience them instead of simply reading them.
HARPER: Sounds like the Montrosian Archives. The knowledge of three universes. Hey, wait a minute. These are the Montrosian Archives, aren't they? That's why records say Daedalus Five was obliterated.
AMIRA: Yes, in order to protect the Library, we led people to believe it was destroyed.
HUNT: Well, if knowledge is power, this much knowledge is a super nova.
BEKA: In the wrong hands.
ROMMIE [OC]: Captain.
HUNT: Excuse me. Go ahead.
ROMMIE [on comms]: Dylan, I'm unable to upload the Archives without risking irreparable damage to my systems. The collection has over six hundred crippling viruses.
AMIRA: You came to take them?
HUNT: No, just to make a copy, but looks like we'll have to search the old-fashioned way, by hand.
ROMMIE [on comms]: The Library contains one hundred and sixty thousand VR Archives.
HUNT: Thank you.
HARPER: Great. That's only fifty three thousand three hundred and thirty three between us, plus one.
AMIRA: It might help if you tell me what you're looking for.
BEKA: Something from my past.
(Hunt hands over Wezlow's flexi.)
AMIRA: This belongs to a Collector. Field operatives don't let these out of their sight. It's the only way to find their way back to us. How did you get this?
HUNT: It was in Wezlow's belongings. He's dead.
AMIRA: Wezlow? He was just here a week ago updating an Archive. I'm sorry. I think you should leave. I can't help you.
HUNT: You aren't in any danger from us. In fact, we may be your only hope of avoiding the same fate as Wezlow's.

[Command]

(The crew are tracking an energy pulse moving through the Library.)
RHADE: What in three galaxies is that?
TRANCE: It wasn't there a moment ago.

[Library]

BEKA: She doesn't know whether to trust us or send us packing.
HUNT: Well, we need her help, so whatever gets that trust, we do. Go ahead.
ROMMIE [on comms]: Dylan, I'm detecting a mass at the far end of the Library. Plasma based, eight hundred cubic metres. And it's moving.
HUNT: And so are you. Rhade?

[Command]

RHADE: We're on it.
HUNT [on viewscreen]: Andromeda, analyse. Hunt out.

[Library]

BEKA: Please tell me we haven't walked into a trap.
HUNT: You tell me. You're the one that knew Wezlow.
BEKA: No. Not in a million years.
HUNT: We're not the only ones that want what he had.
HARPER: So, these are?
(Nearby, Harper is rummaging through a drawer full of plastic triangles.)
AMIRA: Tri-keys. They enable access to the Archives.
HARPER: I'm not going to break them. There we go. Let's see. Sinti. Language and development, CY 5204. Squorms. A brief history. Yikes. Here we go. Pride and Prejudice, a novel in three acts.
FLEXI: A story too big to be contained in a flexi. You've got to live it to believe it. Come aboard the Progenitor's Pride for a passionate Nietzschean tale of love and betrayal that will thrill you right down to your bone blades.
HARPER: The plot of the Nietzschean drama queen. Er, no, thank you. Been there, done that. This one, however, is called Andromeda Unleashed. I'll bet I look great.
BEKA: You know, I've never even heard of a Library like this.
HARPER: That's because they don't carry Dirk Sprocket, Drift Detective.
AMIRA: Actually, we do. We have an extensive fiction collection.
BEKA: Really? So does Harper, only it's called his love life.
HARPER: Ha. ha.
BEKA: Focus, Harper. We're not going to find what we're looking for in a pulp novel. I'm going to keep this one.
AMIRA: I checked your map's coordinates. These are the tri-keys that correspond to the Archives they reference. When you enter and close the door, the tri-key locates the Archive, and your synapses are connected to it.
HARPER: Like slipstreaming without a ship. Sounds dangerous.
AMIRA: It is. If the physical connection is broken before the Archive has completed its cycle, the visitor's synapses will be shredded, their mind permanently crippled.
BEKA: Ouch.
AMIRA: There is also a danger to the body. Any physical trauma experienced in an Archive can trick the mind into replicating the damage in the body.
HARPER: Hey, okay, we didn't just fall off the virtual turnip truck, okay?
HUNT: What Mister Harper is so eloquently trying to say is that we are familiar with virtual systems. Amira, you can trust us. You have my word that we won't harm these records.
AMIRA: I do trust you, Captain Hunt. This tri-key is the one Wezlow updated when he was last here. It covers a six month period on a vessel called the Eureka Maru. Follow me.
HARPER: Gladly.
HUNT: Settle.
(As they leave, another young woman appears from around a corner. She is wearing an Abyss medallion, which she activates.)
LISSETT: Located Hunt.
(Elsewhere, Rhade and Rommie are prowling.)
RHADE: There's nothing here, Trance. At least not visible to the naked eye.

[Command]

TRANCE: The sensors are picking up movement. It should be right in front of you.

[Library]

ROMMIE: Yeah, there it is. Whatever it is, it's reading the Library's data.
RHADE: Trance, target the mass now.
(Energy beams hit the sparkling mass.)
TRANCE: And it's moving again, faster this time.
RHADE: Again, Trance. Full power!
(A strong wind pushes against them. Rhade is lifted off his feet and sent tumbling back down the endless corridor. Then it sends Rommie back as well.)
ROMMIE: Never mind, Trance!
RHADE: It's continuing towards us. Are you all right?
ROMMIE: It read my programs.

[Command]

TRANCE: Its mass is increasing as it progresses, and when it held Rommie, its mass tripled.

[Library]

HUNT: A data net. It's reading, absorbing, and erasing everything in its wake.
TRANCE [on comms]: Rommie activated safe mode to prevent further damage, but, Dylan, without Andromeda's systems, we can't even slow it down.
HUNT: Yeah, well, it won't stop until it has what it's looking for.
TRANCE: Enough knowledge of three galaxies to destroy them instantly.
HUNT: It has a weakness, Trance. Find it.
HARPER: Ha! Finally. The knowledge of three universes, and yet the wise and powerful Harper has done it again. I think I've got them all. Fifteen Archives that all reference Beka and Wezlow.
AMIRA: That narrows your search enough to begin. You must select a character from the history whose point of view you will take. You can also take the point of view of an observer.
HARPER: So, we only experience what others say and do?
AMIRA: No, you experience your own character as well, first hand. The Archive will lead you. All you have to do is follow it. Don't resist. If you pause the program, you will revert to yourself and will be able to speak freely until you resume. Say eject to be disconnected from the program.
HARPER: Piece of cake.
AMIRA: We'll start with you.
HUNT: Piece of cake.
(Amira opens a module, same as the one she came out of.)
AMIRA: Since you experienced the original event, I will assign you the same character.
HUNT: You'll be reliving your past, Beka. Don't let it throw you.
BEKA: Don't worry. I've seen it all before.

[Maru crew area]

(Young Beka is on her hands and knees.)
YOUNG BEKA: Pause program.
(As an adult, she looks around and smiles.)
BEKA: Resume program.
(She's a child again. Wezlow enters.)
WEZLOW: What are you doing out of bed? You're going to get in trouble.
YOUNG BEKA: I had to get a drink.
WEZLOW: Oh. Well, the drinks are that-a way. What are you really up to?
YOUNG BEKA: I'm looking for my birthday present.
WEZLOW: That's a good idea. What did you ask for?
(The little girl appears to glitch and we cannot hear her answer.)
YOUNG BEKA: Pause program. 
BEKA: That's weird. Resume program.
WEZLOW: Well, who wouldn't want one of those, eh, Rocket?
NEMA [on monitor]: Henri Theocratus Wezlow. Are you bringing me that flexi or not?
YOUNG BEKA: Theocratus?
WEZLOW: Yeah. I'll be right there. Okay, well, you go ahead and look, but just don't go that way, okay, because your dad's pretty busy in there, all right? Oh, and, er, there's something else. Oh yeah. Punk. I've got your nose.
YOUNG BEKA: But I can still smell you.
DAD [OC]: Wezlow, take over here.
WEZLOW: All right.
DAD [OC]: I finally got a hold of Beka's mom. It's about time you got back to me. Beka's birthday is tomorrow, and the doll's not here. Talia, she is your daughter. Beka is everything to me. Everything. She's my life.
YOUNG BEKA: Pause program. 
BEKA: Dad? Resume program.
DAD: Sweet little Beka.

[Library]

HARPER: All right, make me anyone but Beka. Nobody with a beard is kissing these lips good night.
HUNT: Harper, this isn't an amusement park, and we don't have all day.
HARPER: I'd like to check out your Archives.
HUNT: Harper.
HARPER: You don't have any, do you?
HUNT: Go.
HARPER: First date, maybe?
(Harper gets pushed into a module.)
HUNT: So?
AMIRA: He'll be sorry.
(Hunt's comm beeps.)
HUNT: Go ahead.
TRANCE [OC]: Dylan.
HUNT: Trance, give me some good news.

[Command]

TRANCE: We were able to partition enough power to keep the density systems operational.
HUNT [on viewscreen]: Well, that's kind of good news.
RHADE: We've ascertained that the data net is receiving an ultrasonic signal from somewhere on the planet.
ROMMIE: Although I can't assure accuracy, I estimate the data net will reach you in thirty six minutes.
HUNT [on viewscreen]: So it's being controlled from someone or something down here.
TRANCE: And it appears they're sending it your way.
HUNT [on viewscreen]: That's not good news at all.

[Library]

(Beka comes out of her module.)
HUNT: Beka? It doesn't look like it went well.
BEKA: No, it was fine. One thing, though. At one point, I couldn't hear myself speak.
AMIRA: That's unusual. We take great care to preserve the quality of these recordings.
HUNT: Amira, I don't want you to be alarmed, but we believe our enemies are already here.
AMIRA: The new Collectors?
HUNT: No, it's worse. A data net has begun to consume this Library.
AMIRA: A data net.
HUNT: It may have affected the Archive you were in.
AMIRA: Damaged Archives can't function properly. We have to stop and shut down.
BEKA: No, I don't think we should stop. It's probably got its own power source anyway.
(Beka gets another tri-key.)
HUNT: Where are you going?
BEKA: Back in.
HUNT: Be careful?
AMIRA: Eject at any sign of trouble.
BEKA: Trouble, eject. Gotcha.
HUNT: My turn. It's er, it's going to be okay.
AMIRA: I have to come with you to assess the damage that's happening.
HUNT: It's your Library.
AMIRA: I'll key you in as Wezlow and take his wife Nema's point of view.
HUNT: Lead the way. Husband and wife, huh?
(Lissett enters and removes the tri-key.)
LISSETT: I found the Library with the Wezlow Archives. Hurry with the redirection of the data net.
(She runs off as Harper's recording ends and he exits spluttering.)
HARPER: Which part of don't make me Beka don't you understand?
(He turns around.)
HARPER: What the?

[Command]

ANDROMEDA [on viewscreen]: The data net is still receiving ultrasonic signals, but the source remains unknown.
RHADE: Amplify those signals.
ROMMIE: It's moving closer to Dylan.
RHADE: Open a comm link.
ROMMIE: Outgoing communication has failed.
TRANCE: We have to warn them.
RHADE: Ready a drop pod. I'm going down.
TRANCE: I'm going with you.

[Maru crew quarters]

(Hunt is having a little difficulty.)
AMIRA: Pause program. Don't fight the program.
HUNT: Yeah, but Beka said they were married.
AMIRA: And?
HUNT: Ah. Got it. Resume program.
(Nema is twisting Wezlow's arm up his back.)
NEMA: I heard you were helping Shasia with her little flexi problem again. Did you do anything you were supposed to while I was gone?
WEZLOW: Of course I did. I helped load Captain Valentine's stolen Than nesting burrows, and I beat Beka at Battlestar three times.
NEMA: And?
WEZLOW: What? Oh, I repaired one of the Archive recorders. Get ready for your close-up, darling.
NEMA: One of these days, you're going to have to take something seriously.
WEZLOW: Yeah? Not today.

[Beka's quarters]

(Meanwhile, in Beka's module.)
BEKA: Pause program.
(Her adult self hits her head on the top bunk.)
BEKA: Ow. I was a nano-shrimp. Resume program.
(Back to half her grown size.)
BEKA: If I get my doll, I swear, I swear, I swear that this time, I'll keep my quarters clean. Pause program.

[Library]

(The data net is approaching.)
HARPER: Oh, what the hell? Anywhere's better than here.
(Harper goes into a module. Lissett returns.)

[Andromeda Unleashed - Hunt's quarters]

(A German Rommie is giving a be-medalled Australian Hunt a chair massage.)
ROMMIE: You must relax. Your shoulders are like iron bars. Ze Commonwealth will wait until you complete your breathing exercises, ja?
HUNT: Breathing is for the other guys, mate. I've got the fate of three galaxies in my hands.
(Harper raises his hand and hits himself in the face with a large spanner.)
HARPER: Ow!
HUNT: You're right, Mister Harper. We need action, and plenty of it.
(Stiletto heeled Beka enters.)
HUNT: Speaking of action.
BEKA: I was hoping you could join me later this evening for some nice Korret bird steaks.
(She sits on Hunt's lap.)
BEKA: After you've quashed the tri-galaxy rebellion, of course. Hmm. Shiny. Let's say at about six?
(Hunt holds up his forcelance.)
HUNT: Well, actually, it's more like twelve, but I'll be there at five.
(They kiss.)
HARPER: Pause program. Eureka, that's what I say.
(Then he sees himself in a mirror. Fat, gap-toothed.)
HARPER: Eek! I don't look like that. Ow! Resume program.

[Library]

(Lissett removes the tri-key from Harper's module.)
RHADE: Identify yourself.
LISSETT: Collector field operative Lissett. Just making a drop-off.
RHADE: Where's your insignia?
(Lissett's eyes glow red and she attacks Rhade. They fight, knocking the bowl of tri-keys onto the floor. Rhade throws one at her. It goes through her arm and embeds itself in a wall. Red energy streams from her wound. Then she picks Rhade up and throws him down the corridor, before letting herself into Amira and Hunt's module.)
RHADE: Captain! Stop!

[Andromeda Unleashed - Hunt's quarters]

(Enter leather-clad Rhade with Tyr's honking big gun and starts posing.)
RHADE: Captain, perhaps this isn't the right time or place, but if I may make a suggestion, what this ship really needs is a damn good cobbler.
TRANCE: Captain, a Pride of killer Nietzscheans is advancing on us, and I am very sure that we will die in three hours, seven minutes, and one second.
HARPER: Oh, no! The mega-balega Tufis equalizer needs equalizing. Pause program. Who writes this crap? What am I, a goof? Pause program. End program. Eject. I said eject. Why won't it end?

[Library]

RHADE: The data net is getting closer.
TRANCE: Do you think she was an agent of the Abyss?
RHADE: I know she was. Her strength was enormous, and now she's gone into the Archives.
TRANCE: Dylan doesn't know that she's there.
RHADE: She could get to the information before Dylan. or worse. Locked out.
TRANCE: Rommie says we have twenty minutes.
RHADE: Fine. I like being under pressure.
TRANCE: Well then, you'll like this. The tri-key is missing from this Archive, but it's in progress.
RHADE: Harper. Either she took it
TRANCE: Or it's one of those.

[Maru crew quarters]

WEZLOW: Hey.
(He sees a scar on Nema's arm.)
WEZLOW: Holy. What's this?
NEMA: I ran into a little trouble retrieving the package.
WEZLOW: Well, it looks like more than a little trouble.
NEMA: What do you care?
WEZLOW: Hey, hey, hey, hey. What? I care because I love you. I just wish I was better at telling you.
LISSETT: Pause program. Isn't this touching?
AMIRA: I don't think she's part of the Archive.
HUNT: Apparently the Abyss would also like to direct.
LISSETT: Tell me where the Voice of Darkness is, and I'll stop the data net from destroying the Archives.
HUNT: Tell me what the Voice of Darkness is, and we'll stop the Abyss from killing you.
LISSETT: You fools!
(She kicks Hunt in the face.)
HUNT: Well, I felt that. This is good.
LISSETT: Resume program. Resume program!
HUNT: Your medallion's like your boss. It's on its way out.
(They trade punches. Lissett transforms into a big Nietzschean man, and Hunt is Wezlow again.)
WEZLOW: Nietzscheans. They've come for the bell.
TARGOTT: After I take the Voice of Darkness, I want to hear you scream.
NEMA. Wezlow.
WEZLOW: Nema, no.
(Nema throws a little silver bell into the air and it sprouts wings. It's tone hurts the Nietzschean. He shoots Nema.)
WEZLOW: Nema!
HUNT: Pause program.
WEZLOW: Targott, the Abyss shall know that one day this bell will bring about its downfall. I will see to it myself. But for now, it leaves with me and remains hidden until the time is right to destroy it. A time you will never see.
(And shoots him. The bell falls to the floor. Everyone returns to their original form. Hunt takes Lissett's medallion.)
HUNT: So this is what you've been using to control the data net. Stop it now.
LISSETT: You can't stop what the Abyss has started. That only guides its direction.
HUNT: Then I guess this is useless to me.
(He stomps on the cube.)

[Library]

(The module opens.)
AMIRA: You okay?
HUNT: I am now.
(They step out. Lissett is still standing with her eyes closed. Amira taps the control panel and the door slides shut again.)
HUNT: Bye, bye.
AMIRA: We've just left her in a continual loop.
HUNT: Yeah? What a shame.
BEKA: We think she did the same thing to Harper, but we don't know which key he was using, so we can't get him out.
TRANCE: And we're running out of time.
AMIRA: Soon we won't be able to enter the Archives at all.
HUNT: Keep trying keys. Beka? We figured out what Wezlow wanted you to find. It was some kind of bell.
BEKA: If that's supposed to ring a bell, it doesn't. Sorry.
HUNT: He must have left a clue. I mean, anything out of the ordinary?
BEKA: Well, this whole thing is out of the ordinary. Wait. That faulty Archive, it was all about my birthday present.
HUNT: A present from your past.
BEKA: Just what Wezlow said before he died.
HUNT: We'll have to go back in. We'll fast-forward to that point.
BEKA: And go as observers.
HUNT: Stay safe.

[Maru crew area]

YOUNG BEKA: (gurgle) doll.
WEZLOW: Wow.
YOUNG BEKA: Pause program.
BEKA: See? There. I'm telling Wezlow what I want for my birthday, but you can't hear it.
HUNT: Well, come on, Beka. You can remember what you said.
BEKA: Yeah, a Clarinthian Angel doll. It's what I wanted more than anything.
(Flicker.)
YOUNG BEKA: A Clarinthian Angel doll.
BEKA: Uh oh, the program's disintegrating.
(Wezlow and young Beka vanish.)
HUNT: No, this is different. It's a passcode. And Wezlow knew only you could say it.
YOUNG BEKA: Hey, Wezlow, look what I got for my birthday.
WEZLOW: It's cute. Have a seat there, sweetie pie. Now, listen to me, Rocket. I don't want you to get sad, but I've got to go away, okay? Now, I need you to promise me something. I need you to promise me that you're going to take care of her no matter what. When the boys come, when you're flying the Maru all by yourself, it's very important that you take care of her.
BEKA: I, I promise.
(She shakes the doll.)
BEKA: What's that sound she's making?
WEZLOW: That is her angel's voice. See, she has greatness inside her. So do you.
BEKA: Wezlow, wait.
WEZLOW: What's up, sweetie? What's up?
YOUNG BEKA: I got your nose.
WEZLOW: But I can still smell you.

[Library]

(The data net is almost on them when Trance spots the tri-key stuck in the wall.)
RHADE: Trance!

[Maru crew area]

HUNT: The doll. Where is it?
BEKA: Er, on the Maru, in my foot locker.
HUNT: We need it. Now.
BEKA: Eject. Eject. Pause program? I thought eject was supposed to be the magic word.
HUNT: The program is breaking down.
BEKA: Great. So how do we get out?
HUNT: That's a good question. Beka, there is one possibility. Something that worked in a similar situation.
BEKA: Oh, no. That was different. That wasn't really me. You're not throwing me against a wall.
HUNT: No, no, no, no, of course not. We're going to jump through it together.
(They do.)

[Module]

HUNT: It worked.
BEKA: I've never been so happy to see the inside of a Library.

[Library]

HUNT: What happened?
TRANCE: We've got the key to the Archive Harper's stuck in.
AMIRA: It may be too late, and it's too dangerous for anyone to go in after him with the state the Archive is in.
TRANCE: But it's Harper.
HUNT: I'm going in. Come here. Get her back to the Maru. Beka, you know what we need.
BEKA: Thank god I keep my promises.

[Andromeda Unleashed Command]

HUNT: Pause program. Harper, it's time to go.
HARPER: Yes, sir, yes, sir. I'm fizzing the popun yetsits on the holy bobber as fast as I can. It'll just take a jiffy to clean up the fitzny gutzen poppers.
HUNT: Harper, I really need to check you out of this program.
HARPER: No more Weissbrau?
HUNT: No.
HARPER: Oh, thank you. Thank you.

[Module]

HUNT: Harper, stay with me.
HARPER: Let me tell you, the data port works much better.

[Library]

HARPER: Thank god I'm myself again.
HUNT: Yeah, but not for long. We'd better hurry.
HARPER: I see what you mean. We've got to stop that thing.
HUNT: That's the plan.
BEKA: I've got it.
(Beka hands over her Angel doll and Hunt rips it open.)
HUNT: You know, I used to wonder why people would hang on to things like this.
HARPER: Okay, I know I've been in a loop, which means I've been out of the loop, but is this a time to be playing with dolls? I mean, really, boss, you look silly.
HUNT: The Abyss wants this bell. Its agents are afraid of it.
BEKA: Somehow it has the power to stop them.
HARPER: Maybe sound is the language of the Abyss. It's a bell. Ring it.
BEKA: Nothing's happening.
HUNT: There's a reason why Wezlow wanted you to have this, Beka.
BEKA: He said, greatness within me.
HUNT: Well, I believe he meant for you to have this honour.
(Beka takes the bell and it sprouts wings, then rings. They cover their ears as the sound makes the data net disintegrate. The shockwave knocks them back.)
HARPER: Ha! Saved by the bell.
(The bell retracts its wings and drops into Beka's hand.)
HUNT: Phew.

[Command]

AMIRA: Captain.
HUNT: Amira.
AMIRA: I just wanted to thank you, Dylan. I've decided that instead of watching history, I'm going to make it, so to speak. My next assignment will be as a field operative.
HUNT: Congratulations.
AMIRA: There may be fewer of us true Collectors left, but we stand behind you, and we hope for the return of the Commonwealth. Perhaps one day, we will meet again.
HUNT: Perhaps. I wish you luck in restoring the Archives. I regret so many of them were destroyed.
AMIRA: At least the Abyss didn't get the data.
HUNT: And besides, what kind of Library doesn't keep a backup somewhere?

[Maru crew area]

(Beka is sewing her Angel doll back up again.)
BEKA: Hey.
HUNT: Hey.
BEKA: Well, I'm no Trance, but I think that'll do the trick. I haven't looked at this doll in ages.
HUNT: And yet you kept it safe all these years.
BEKA: Yeah. Well, I didn't realise it until today, but it's a big part of me. I am who I am because of having people like Wezlow and my dad in my life. People who believed in me. People like you.
HUNT: Our paths came together for a reason. Now, because of you, we have a weapon to use against the Abyss. The voice of an angel.