"Previously on Eureka..." "I..." "I was naive to think I could just jump into this marriage." "I'm not your Henry." "Not yet." "Now, if I can't be with you on Titan," "I'll be right here in mission control watching you every second." "So go." "On one condition." "Marry me, Henry Deacon?" "Absolutely." "How's it going?" "Senator Wen just left." "And she's recommending a full pardon for me." "From now on, if I stay in Eureka, it'll be because I wanna be." "Okay, listen, if we're gonna be working together, and sleeping together, things are gonna get complicated," "Jack." "Oh, I can handle complicated." "Follow my lead." "Titan's beautiful but dangerous." "Core sample, marker five Delta." "Five Delta." "Copy that." "Come here often?" "Oh, ammonia plume!" "Frak!" "Sorry, Holly!" "My suit!" "It's losing pressure!" "No, no, no, we just have to re-calibrate the..." "Oh, I'm sorry, Holly!" "I'm so sorry, Holly." "Sim session terminated." "My snowflakes are still too small." "Stand-by." "Sim session 537 terminated." "Goof around like that on Titan, and you're dead." "Easy, Huggins." "We've been at this all morning." "I'm just a little punchy." "Yeah." "And do you really need to vent the environment after every test run?" "It has to be perfect." "I agree." "So let's go again." "Can't." "I'm off to the B.C.E. To welcome home Tiny." "Our little lady is due back from Titan." "I wouldn't use the words little or lady to describe Tiny." "Are we not fond of the Titan rover?" "We were almost vaporized by the Titan rover." "Okay, that was a software glitch." "Tiny's my hero." "She's bringing back samples that'll help me replicate the conditions on Titan precisely." "Huggins?" "You need to get out more." "Yeah, and you need to stop flirting, okay?" "All the other Astraeus candidates are focused on the mission." "A dash of nitrogen and some phosphorus..." "These lily hybrids are totally unique." "Trust me, no one is gonna have centerpieces like yours." "Wow." "Whoa." "I don't usually offer my botanical research for personal use, but..." "I'm a sucker for weddings." "Hey!" "Best man, here, reporting for duty." "Oh, well, best man," "I suggest you prepare a toast this time." "Last time, you rambled." "I did?" "Like it was open mic night." "Oh, and don't, lose the rings again." "I lost the rings?" "So I hear." "Which reminds me, we need to choose new ones." "But..." "Um, what's..." "I mean, what's wrong with these?" "Nothing." "But this time's different, so new beginning, new rings." "Really?" "Mmm-hmm." "Really?" "Mmm-hmm." "So how you been, Sheriff?" "Oh, can't complain, can't complain." "Nice..." "Nice blooms you got." "Thank you." "Jack." "Yep?" "Hey." "Okay, I don't want you to get all worked up..." "Oh, this doesn't sound good." "Just consider it a temporary nuisance." "Now that we're involved," "I had to file an I.A. 248 with the D.O.D." "An I. A?" "It's the form required for our "intimate alliance. "" "There can't be a form for that!" "Normally, it's a formality, but..." "Given what happened to me recently on your watch, well, our relationship has been red-flagged." "Our relationship's been red-flagged?" "Because of our high rank, the D.O.D. Is concerned." "They have sent a relationship auditor to assess us." "Assess us for what?" "National security." "Hello, Sheriff." "Warren Hughes." "Warren..." ""Ph. D., M.A., C.P.A."" "I cover all the bases." "Mmm." "So, as I've told Dr. Blake," "I'm here pursuant to an I.A. 248 filing." "Well, Warren, how do you "assess" an intimate alliance?" "I like to watch." "You..." "You..." "Oh, I don't mean "watch" watch." "No, you two just carry on, go about your business, and, pretend I'm not even here." "Who is he to judge us?" "What, is he some sort of mid-level paper pusher from D.O. D?" "Actually, our office intends to go entirely paperless by 2016." "Yeah?" "I'm vice chair of the Green Team." "All we have to do is keep it professional." "Oh, so no groping?" "Is that..." "Let's just get through the day." "Fortunately, it looks like it's gonna be a quiet one." "So, Dr. Blake, exactly what's happening here?" "Well, Tiny, our robot rover, has just finished building a site just like this on Titan to facilitate our faster than light travel." "And she's bringing back soil and air samples so I can recreate the perfect ethane fog, hydrocarbon lakes, methane burps." "Sounds delightful." "Yeah." "The next best thing to being on Titan." "Our Astraeus team will be prepared for anything, which includes traveling via FTL, just like Tiny." "You don't wanna miss it." "Trust me, I never miss a thing." "Oh." "Great." "Henry, uh, Dr. Deacon, commence return course sequence." "Activating." "Let's bring her home." "Easy!" "Ah, she's just getting her bearings." "It's been a rigorous assignment." "She's sweet!" "Hey, welcome home, girl!" "I got dibs on her samples." "Hang on!" "I've gotta deactivate her de-pressurization shield." "Shield's clearing in three, two, one." "He needs a C.T. For blunt force trauma, possible concussion." "Mr. Hughes." "Are you okay?" "Well, my ears are ringing." "Yeah, exploding robots will do that." "It's tinnitus." "It's a result of the blast." "It's usually temporary." "It's usually?" "I'm..." "I'm so sorry." "We will take care of you." "I'll live." "Now I can watch you and Sheriff Carter handle a crisis." "One second she was here, and the next..." "What happened?" "Well, I won't know until I examine her remains." "Oh, I'm sorry..." "ALLISON:" "Any theories, Dr. Deacon?" "Well, Dr. Blake, um..." "There is a strong methane presence on Titan, as a gas, as a liquid, and as a solid." "Now, Tiny was in prolonged contact." "So she may have somehow absorbed a dangerously high concentration." "If that's the case, once I deactivated her de-pressurization shield, the tiniest of sparks could've caused her to explode." "This is a disaster." "I was counting on those samples." "Well, hopefully her containment unit is still intact." "Sheriff Carter." "Sheriff?" "I need you to check the area." "Oh, come on." "This thing's probably blown halfway to..." "Um... yeah." "I will do that, Dr. Blake." "Well, I'll come with you." "We can chat." "Fantastic." "But..." "Please." "It's okay." "You can look." "What?" "No, no, I wasn't trying to..." "Doug, we might spend six months in close quarters together." "You're bound to see me in my skivvies." "Okay." "For the mission." "Which brings up something else." "Um, ex... excuse me?" "We failed at our last simulation." "Uh, yeah, my bad." "I was just distracted, you know, because you're so..." "Distracting." "Hence our problem." "And I think I have a solution." "Just the two of us, we need to spend some time together, just getting to know each other, talking..." "Talking." "Okay, that's one approach." "What..." "What did you have in mind?" "I was thinking that, um, we..." "We should just have sex." "Our budding urges are interfering with our professional ambitions." "Wait. "Our" urges?" "You mean, like, mutual?" "Definitely, so that's why" "I think the most sensible course of action is to satisfy them." "What, now?" "Yeah." "The sooner we consummate, the sooner we concentrate." "Uh-oh." "We have a Tiny problem." "Oh." "Oh, no!" "Tiny, the robot." "She exploded." "Yeah, I have to go look into it." "All right, well, rain check?" "Tonight?" "Absolutely." "All right." "Okay." "Sign here and, uh, here." "Initial here and..." "We're done." "So that's it." "It's official?" "Full and complete pardon." "Well, thank you very much, Jo." "Forget it." "You know, it must be a sad day for you, though." "I mean, I know how much you love locking me up." "Oh, I still can if you misbehave." "Only if it's on your turf." "I can go anywhere now." "I'm a free man." "So does that mean you're leaving?" "Maybe." "Who knows?" "And if I do, this could be the last time we ever see each other." "So what are your intentions?" "Well, my intentions are to find these scientifically fascinating samples." "No, I meant with Dr. Blake." "My intention is to continue to enjoy our relationship." "Which you would consider to be" ""A, a fling," ""B, friends with benefits," ""C, leading to a serious commitment,"" "or "D, other"?" "E. None of your business." "Well, now, Sheriff, you're obliged to respond, as per section QV6..." "Holy smoke." "What is that?" "I guess some pieces of Tiny started a fire." "Wait here." "Oh, penny candy." "You're not gonna get rid of me that easily." "Poor Tiny." "The CH4 concentration is more than 3,000 P.P.M." "It's like she was saturated with methane." "Which means we definitely have to rethink the filtration for the Astraeus habitat." "Tiny, you didn't blow up for nothing." "Henry, I have to ask, are you okay with getting married?" "I..." "I couldn't be happier." "It's just..." "Are..." "Are you okay?" "I asked you to marry me, remember?" "So, adios, Tiny." "And where have you been?" "Oh, I was tangled up with Zane." "With his thing." "His pardon thing." "Uh, so, you guys must be swamped with wedding plans." "Need any help?" "Oh, no, no, it's just an intimate party with friends." "No fuss." "Yeah, but you guys are making a commitment to each other." "You gotta go all out, you know, big and splashy." "Oh, we're gonna go all out." "Small and simple." "Huh." "The smoke seems to be gone, Sheriff." "Keen eye, Warren." "Oh, is that the containment unit?" "Yeah, it looks like." "I mean, it might've sprung a leak..." "Ooh!" "My eyes are starting to sting." "I don't think we should be here." "I could give you a lift home." "You wanna give a mid-level paper pusher a ride home?" "I knew that was gonna haunt me." "Oh." "Sheriff, is that a part of your robot?" "Wait, what is that?" "A foot?" "Yeah, just don't touch anything, okay?" "Mmm." "Get me out!" "Warren!" "Ah!" "I've gotcha." "Don't let go!" "You picked a bad day for an audit." "The earth just opened up and swallowed me." "It was horrible." "I'm just glad that you're okay." "Oh, I'm..." "I'm fine, too, over here." "Just if you were..." "Can I speak to you for a moment?" "Sure." "You almost broke the auditor." "The sinkhole wasn't my fault." "Can you please be more cautious?" "This assessment is serious." "This assessment is ridiculous." "You run G.D. I protect the town." "After hours, when I get lucky, we sleep together." "Shh!" "Jack, shh!" "Look, look..." "What are you writing?" "Just a few notes." "Please, carry on." "Just..." "Just..." "Jack, um..." "I'll give you notes." "Why don't you go check in with Henry and see what progress he's made?" "I'm..." "Check in with Henry and see what progress he's made." "Testy, isn't he?" "Actually, he is the most level-headed, even-tempered person in a town full of huge egos." "Oh, do you have a huge ego?" "Yes." "Do you really see a future together?" "I don't know." "Why, what did Jack say?" "I won't say anything." "Dr. Blake, I mean, you have to admit, the two of you do make a strange combination." "Here you are, in charge of some of the most brilliant scientists in the world." "I mean, you're a genius!" "And Sheriff Carter is, well, you know..." "Jack Carter may not have a bunch of degrees, but in many ways, he is the smartest man that I know." "Hyper-defensive." "That's interesting." "Excuse me." "I believe, the orange fog you saw was primarily composed of ethane." "But I thought methane's what made Tiny explode." "It did." "Both compounds are prevalent on Titan." "Oh, so the samples are leaking." "Possibly, but the protective seal appears not to be broken." "Sorry to interrupt, but Grace," "I've been doing a bit of reading, and it seems that people tie their weddings together with a theme, like vintage glamour or country charm." "Jo?" "Yeah." "I appreciate your enthusiasm..." "What were you thinking for a gown?" "Oh, no, no, I wasn't gonna wear anything formal." "Yeah, but I think that you would look so beautiful in something like this." "I think that's just a bit much." "Martha Stewart, can I borrow you for a second?" "Yeah." "I think you're going a little bit overboard." "Carter." "Yeah." "Henry got dumped into this timeline married to a woman he didn't know." "But they still managed to fall in love." "Okay, now, that is a new timeline success story." "It deserves to be celebrated." "So, Dr. Leonardo is expecting us at her lab to choose flowers." "Oh, no, we already picked out our flowers." "Yeah, but we can reconsider." "I think it's cute." "Hacking the mainframe?" "Not exactly how I'd celebrate a pardon from the Pentagon." "I'm not hacking, I'm upgrading." "But upgrades aren't due till next month." "Well, I wanted to check off another item on my to-do list before I leave." "Since when do you have a to-do list?" "And since when are you leaving?" "Well, I'm a free man." "There's nothing holding me here now." "What about Jo?" "Well, it's not like we're really together." "And she's not asking me to stay." "Okay, but I am." "I need your advice." "About?" "Women." "Specifically, Holly Marten." "Well, the doctor is in." "She wants to upgrade our relationship." "And by upgrade, I mean..." "Yeah, I get it." "But..." "Just seems like it's going too fast for me." "I mean, where's the whole getting to know you, courtship part?" "What the hell is wrong with you?" "Have you seen her?" "But isn't having sex too soon kinda like skipping over the meat and potatoes and going straight to dessert?" "There's no such thing as having sex too soon." "Dessert is the best main course, and if you're lucky, you're gonna get seconds and thirds, am I right?" "Huh?" "Methane concentration is unusually high, and I'm getting readings for..." "Yeah, ammonia." "I can smell it." "Yeah, enough to destabilize the ground in this area." "What, are you talking more sinkholes?" "Well, if the levels continue to rise, you can say good-bye to the B.C.E. For starters." "Henry, is there ammonia on Titan?" "In spades." "Well, if we have little pieces of Tiny scattered all over Eureka..." "You know what, I should expand the search boundaries." "Right." "So, you nervous?" "Well, the idea of being sucked into a giant sinkhole is not exactly pleasant." "I know, marriage is a big commitment." "No, you know what?" "I'll tell you what." "I wasn't nervous." "What's changed?" "Well..." "I gave other Henry's ring to Grace, telling her that I would earn it." "And I thought I had." "Now?" "Well, now she wants a new one." "So I feel like I still have to live up to him." "Me." "High levels of ammonia and methane in the 24th quadrant." "Uh, and if those two mix, the fog could be extremely toxic." "All right, what's in the 24th quadrant?" "Uh, off-site lab, agricultural..." "Dr. Leonardo." "All right." "Yeah, no baby's breathe in her bouquet." "Everyone uses that." "She needs something special." "Well, how about lavender?" "Smell." "Mmm, I love it." "I hate it." "So how about something more exotic like jasmine or bird of paradise?" "Those plants aren't exactly in season." "The seasons don't matter in here." "Flip a switch, make it summer." "What about, um, Henry's boutonniere?" "Roses are generic." "What on Earth?" "Is that normal?" "No." "And neither is that." "This way." "Everybody out!" "We've gotta shut off the vents." "The main control valve is over here." "Okay, go." "Jo, we need to get outta here!" "I'm right behind you." "Jo!" "Grace!" "What is this stuff?" "I don't know." "Grace!" "Jo!" "You in here?" "Carter!" "Over here!" "You okay?" "You okay?" "Yeah." "The ethane fog." "It's coming through the vents." "Carter!" "Shut the valve!" "Careful." "The Tradescantia as a breed is delicate." "Are you kidding me?" "This thing is trying to feel me up." "How'd the fog get into these vents?" "Well, whatever contaminated Eureka has found its way through the soil and then somehow infiltrated the venting system." "Is it always like this in here?" "No, but I think the plants saved our lives." "They must've absorbed the fog." "If there was a nitrate radical present, it could've stimulated a rapid, massive overgrowth." "So..." "We're now swamped by methane, ethane, ammonia..." "And nitrogen, all found in heavy concentrations..." "On Titan." "On Titan." "Right." "Holly!" "How you doing?" "Well..." "I am really looking forward to tonight." "Yeah, me too." "Um, but you know, if it feels like we're rushing things, we could, maybe just have dinner." "Dinner?" "Yeah, you know, hang out, shoot the breeze, share secrets." "Oh, no, let's just stick with the plan and have sex." "Sounds awesome." "Great, okay." "Well, until tonight..." "Ooh." "What's wrong?" "I'm sorry." "I can't do that." "Not like this." "Not with you." "Vince, come on, we haven't even ordered yet." "Test batch." "I want angel food cake." "Jo insists on hazelnut." "Bold choice for a wedding cake if you ask me." "I think you should decide." "But I'm right." "You're not concerned about the cake, are you?" "No." "Okay." "All right, talk to me." "What's wrong?" "You want new rings." "So..." "What are you gonna do with the old ones?" "I mean, you wanna keep wearing them around your neck?" "I mean, it's like you're embracing me with one arm, but holding onto somebody else with the other." "So all three women are fine and very lucky." "Good." "Prolonged exposure to the fog is lethal." "And Jo's still in the infirmary?" "She's in her office." "Wow." "With Warren." "She's the head of security." "Aw!" "He wants her perspective on our relationship." "Yeah, but Jo's giving insight about our relationship?" "I mean, she dated a robot." "Well, we cannot interfere." "How'd your little talk with him go?" "It's funny, I didn't realize how difficult it was to define what we are to each other." "It wasn't, till he got here." "I think it's just hard, you know, with Henry and Grace making a real commitment." "So you think a commitment, for..." "Okay, don't panic." "No, I..." "I didn't say anything about marriage." "But now that you brought it up, is it so inconceivable?" "Why, is it for you?" "I asked you first." "Hey, Jack, I'm glad I found you." "Look, I'm sorry, I gotta show you something." "Okay, great, we'll talk about this later." "Apparently." "Sheriff Carter and Dr. Blake have never engaged in unprofessional behavior in the workplace?" "No." "No, they're..." "They're always discreet." "Even when Allison spends the night at our house..." "Well, uh, my house is under construction." "And Carter was kind enough to let me stay." "He..." "He's a very good friend." "Sheriff Carter is dating the head of G.D." "While living with the head of G.D. Security." "But it's not as Three's Company as it sounds." "No, that is very enlightening." "But, I just..." "No, really." "Thank you." "Okay." "New uniform?" "Oh!" "No, I was..." "I'm just helping Grace plan her wedding, yeah." "Mmm." "She doesn't seem to be here." "Yeah, but, uh, you're still here." "Well, I heard you had a close call at the aggie lab." "So do you need anything?" "Like a rake?" "Or some weed killer?" "No, I'm good." "Good." "Yeah." "Yeah, well..." "I guess this is good-bye, then." "Yeah, I..." "Again." "I guess so." "Mmm-hmm." "Mmm-hmm." "Mmm-hmm." "Tiny didn't absorb anything." "The final tests show that Tiny's remains were only coated with methane." "Meaning?" "That the exposure was terrestrial, after her return from Titan." "Well, if she overdosed at the B.C.E., then where'd all the methane come from?" "Well, that's what I don't know." "Yeah." "What's wrong with you?" "Oh, nothing." "Unless you call losing the girl of your dreams before you ever even had her wrong." "Ah, very sorry about that." "Uh, bigger problems at the moment." "So there were a mixture of compounds that created the ethane fog." "Oh, the guy at the B.C.E., uh, who was whining about losing Tiny..." "He said that he was planning on creating that in his lab." "Huggins, Titan atmosphere specialist." "So type A." "Any tiny mistake, and he'd flush his entire simulation down the proverbial toilet." "And those simulations utilized actual methane, ammonia..." "Whoa..." "When he dumped it, where would it go?" "To an underground evacuation chamber." "So it's possible that the waste from those simulations could've permeated the chamber and leached into the soil." "Okay, let's go with that." "How'd it pop up across town?" "There are geothermal vents that run through all the layers of the soil at both sites leading from G.D. To the B.C.E. Site and passing directly through Main Street." "And it's all interconnected." "I'll find Huggins." "And I'll get Grace, and we'll identify the hot spots." "I'll just sit here." "Alone." "Not having sex." "Stop!" "Don't touch it." "Don't touch anything." "I have to, Sheriff." "My methane flurries are too small." "Our Astraeus candidates need to be prepared for the real thing." "Wait, stop!" "How many times have you flushed Titan down the toilet?" "Uh, 596." "Why?" "Listen, you've overloaded the evacuation chamber." "It's found its way through the vents and into the soil." "Now we got sinkholes and ethane fog popping up all over town." "I made ethane fog?" "Uh, was it thick?" "'Cause, you know, I never really got the mix..." "Not the point!" "Your simulation is turning Eureka into Titan." "Oh, we can't let that happen." "We'll all die." "All right." "Everybody inside." "Come on, inside!" "All right, everyone inside." "Come on, inside!" "Inside." "Let's go." "Inside." "Inside." "Henry." "Hey, hey!" "Inside, inside." "Come on." "Leaving so soon?" "Well, apparently, you're in no rush to go anywhere." "Turns out I like saying good-bye to you." "Wanna say it again?" "Zane, what are you waiting for, a farewell party?" "Actually, I prefer private parties." "Uh-huh." "Seriously." "I like this." "Quiet and simple." "It's just me and you." "Code Four emergency response activated." "Party's over." "Code Four emergency response activated." "Is that..." "Methane snow." "Extremely..." "Explosive." "Yeah." "Titan has come to Main Street, and it'll spread if we can't vent it." "Here, guys." "Use this on the door." "Great." "Main street's been evacuated, but there's still people trapped at Café Diem." "That ethane fog is a killer." "Yeah, you said that." "Now, again, is there any way to get this off Main Street?" "No." "I..." "Well, I have been developing a..." "A portable evacuation unit, but, it, no..." "It hasn't been tested yet." "Dr. Huggins, maybe the time is now." "Say no more." "I've trained for a moment like this." "But I'll need my partner." "Once Fargo and Holly pump the fog off of Main Street, it's gonna spread underground." "The whole town could destabilize." "All right, well, the vents on Main Street, can we redirect them someplace else?" "Yes, but to where?" "I'm thinking Dr. Leonardo's lab." "I mean, her plants absorbed the fog and cleaned the air, right?" "Sort of like photosynthesis!" "I loved science class." "All right, everybody move back." "Look!" "Who is that?" "Hey." "Hey." "It's Fargo." "You okay?" "Yeah." "We can do this." "Thanks for working with me, Holly." "It's my job." "From now on, you and I are strictly business." "All right, careful." "Easy." "Holly, the methane snow!" "Remember, it's explosive." "Step lightly." "Don't worry about me." "What are they doing?" "They're gonna redirect the fog." "Jack, it's still confined to Main Street, but it's spreading quickly." "Now, if the evac unit works, you just have to open the valve in time." "Or Eureka will become one giant pit." "Got it." "Easy, Ms. Lupo." "Stay in your lane." "I am in my lane." "No backseat driving." "Prying open." "I can't get mine open." "What are you doing?" "Something's wrong." "I gotta get out there." "No, Henry, Henry, give them a chance." "Holly!" "You okay?" "I think so." "Oh, no!" "What's wrong?" "The sparks." "Something happened." "My suit, it's losing pressure!" "Your tank must've been damaged." "I'm gonna die on Titan without leaving Main Street." "She needs to go slower." "That's the opposite of going slower!" "Just close your eyes, Warren, and breathe." "Just breathe." "Stay calm." "Save your air, Holly." "I can't recalibrate." "These gloves, my fingers keep slipping." "We're going to switch you to the reserve tank." "Done and done." "Thanks." "You're welcome." "We're at the lab now." "Don't you need space suits?" "The fog is toxic!" "We don't have time!" "We got a plan!" "Warren, stay." "What?" "Okay." "I got it in." "Now, let's finish this off." "Ah!" "Watch it." "Okay." "Okay." "Okay." "Son of a..." "Why won't it open?" "It's under too much pressure." "Let me help!" "I can bench press twice my weight." "Okay." "Way to go, Warren." "All right, get out of here." "This stuff's poison." "What about you?" "Well, I'll be right behind you." "Jo?" "Yeah, okay, come on." "All right." "You can't stay in here." "I'm not leaving." "You're stubborn." "And you're wasting time." "Yeah, I got it." "Let's go!" "Okay." "Yes!" "We did it." "Oh!" "Up top." "You okay?" "I think so." "Oh, we did it." "Write that down." "Whoa." "Saved the day, huh?" "Look, I've been thinking." "I..." "I was wrong." "Wrong?" "About what?" "My advice." "Wasn't the right approach, at least not for you." "Uh, hey, Holly." "Hi." "Uh..." "Look, he's a..." "He's a really good guy." "Anyway, um..." "There's plenty of time for dessert." "Maybe, if you wait, it'll taste even better." "Thanks." "You can go now." "Okay, thanks for saving us." "So, dessert, huh?" "Look, Holly..." "Before, it wasn't that I wasn't interested..." "It's that I was too interested." "I really like you." "And I don't wanna miss all the parts in between." "Yeah, but I am terrible at that stuff." "And I am really, really good at dessert." "And you have no idea how much I am looking forward to that." "But I..." "I just..." "I really wanna get to know you first." "But that's where things start going wrong." "I mean, what if you don't laugh at my jokes?" "Or you like the original Star Trek?" "And I like Next Gen." "But the not knowing, that's the exciting part." "You're just taking a chance." "And by the way, I like both Star Treks." "Really?" "Me too." "Yeah?" "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" "Mmm, fog-free, just the way I like it." "So a little taste of Titan didn't give you second thoughts?" "About joining Astraeus?" "No, I still want to go." "Good." "Good, all right." "But the thought of being two billion miles away from you..." "Oh, I don't know..." "Grace, Grace, Grace..." "I will be with you always." "Would you be comfortable wearing this?" "Would you be comfortable?" "I mean, it was his..." "Well, mine, but..." "The truth is, you are my Henry." "Hey." "We run a respectable town." "Hey, hey, hey." "Mayor." "Um, Jo..." "We are so grateful, but what you want for our wedding, it's just not us." "Not us." "No." "I know." "Good." "Now, get in." "Oh." "Um, what is going on?" "Well, isn't this where you first met?" "Well, that's, how I remember it." "Yeah, me too." "Then I picked the right spot." "Surprise!" "I hope it's okay." "Jo, it's perfect." "Thank you." "Oh, my..." "Jo, it's perfect." "Are you so excited and surprised?" "Completely." "Well, now you gotta go through with it." "Tell you what, we could do a double wedding." "Oh." "You gotta hand it to them." "How they made it all work out." "Yeah, I guess that proves it's possible." "Am I late?" "No, you are right on time." "Warren is here to officiate." "He has a license to marry." "Of course he does." "So who's the happy couple?" "We are." "Oh, wonderful." "So, choose a spot." "Okay." "Yeah, looks like this is good." "So..." "Sheriff Carter, Dr. Blake, it's been quite a day." "Well, sort of standard stuff for Eureka, but, we make a pretty good team, yeah?" "Well, I've already filed my report with the D.O.D." "So what did it say?" "Or is it confidential?" "You may as well know now," "I think the two of you are very impressive, and it's quite clear how much you care about each other." "In other words, too much." "Your personal feelings are bound to get in the way." "And so, uh, your relationship has not been approved." "But..." "Are you kidding?" "Jack, could you..." "Oh, come on!" "That means you have to terminate your intimate alliance effective immediately or resign your posts." "Excuse me." "We're gonna fix this." "Oh, I love weddings." "Shall we begin?" "It's so beautiful." "My friends..." "Or should I say, acquaintances..." "We gather tonight to celebrate," "Henry." "Henry." "And..." "Grace." "Grace!" "A couple whose love transcends time." "They're here to renew their vows with respect for the past, joy in the present, and commitment to the future." "Together forever."