"It was just a normal day in Eureka." "Day's not over yet." "Yeah." "Like that was going to last." "Hello, 1947." "Confused?" "Let me clarify." "The five of us got transported back in time through some wormhole thingy thanks to the Bridge Device." "We eventually found our way back home, but, surprise, home wasn't exactly the way we left it." "Henry?" "Married." "Zane and Jo?" "Never dated." "But Jo's in charge of G.D. Security." "Kevin?" "Different, much to Allison's surprise." "And Fargo?" "Head of Global Dynamics, much to everyone's surprise." "Oh, and Dr. Old Spice hitched a ride with us back to the present, but there's one crappy rule." "We can't tell anyone." "If people ever found out about our trip, there'd be trouble." "Some of us had a harder time with it than others." "I'm not your Henry." "Not yet." "It's way off target." "And that's a residential area." "That was Jo's house, so she's living with me for a while." "And I finally kissed Allison, 63 years ago." "But, of course, Dr. Charles Grant had to get in the way." "At least let me buy you a drink." "One drink." "Don't plan the wedding just yet." "May the best man win." "But that's Eureka for you." "Same town, big changes." "You know, I think I like the hair." "Look very mature." "Yeah, and it really sells the fake ID to the bars in Cambridge." "Ah..." "Kidding." "Unclench." "Yeah, so when does Lucas come back from MIT?" "He's not." "Internship in Geneva, which isn't a bad thing." "Ah, you guys having trouble?" "That would make it a lot easier." "No, it's just he's a great guy, but, you know, college changes you." "What you want, who you want." "Oh, and that's not hair boy." "Maybe what starts in the friend zone should stay in the friend zone." "Sheriff." "Hey, Zoe." "Hey, Zane." "Looking good." "Thanks." "Ooh, that's my girl." "That's my girl." "Hey!" "Wow, Jenna's gotten so big." "Allison seems so happy." "Yeah, yeah, she does." "Fresh baked cinnamon rolls, raisin-free and icing rich." "Just the way you like it." "Welcome home." "Oh, thanks, Vince." "It's so good to be back." "Well, I think I'll have one, thanks, Vince." "Oh." "Okay, so, I think some of the greatest romances in history started in the friend zone." "Like what?" "And TV characters do not count." "So, you ready for spa day?" "I've got us booked for Shangri-La facials and mani-pedis." "What?" "Shangri-La facial?" "Well, this doesn't happen by magic, my friend." "I can't wait." "So, what are you guys talking about?" "Whether it's better to stay with someone safe, but dull." "Or take a risk on someone new." "I think newer isn't always better." "You've already found someone new." "That obvious?" "Well, nothing's happened yet, we've just been holo-Skyping." "But he's funny and smart and so hot." "Yeah, and I think that's my cue to leave." "I'll meet you outside." "All right." "Okay." "God." "Funny, smart, and hot." "Sounds like a trifecta." "Yeah." "I don't know, I mean, he's a little bit older." "If he makes you happy, go for it." "Life's short and everything can change in a blink." "Oh." "That's my contractor." "Wait until you see the plans for my new house." "Zimmer, what's going on?" "Let me get your coat." "Thank you." "A gentleman always takes street side." "Were all men as chivalrous in your day?" "If they wanted a chance with a gal like you, they were." "Well, I say we need more men like you in 2010." "You know what we didn't have in my day?" "Coffee like this." "I enjoyed the highballs the other night." "The drinks?" "Oh, yes." "So did I. Thank you." "How about we go crazy next time and make it dinner?" "Uh, well..." "Hey, guys." "Uh, why aren't you catching up on 60 years of fun facts?" "Because I find the present far more alluring." "That's great." "Um, I need you." "Police business." "Could take a while." "Oh, okay, sport." "Ladies, to be continued." "Police business?" "Well, all my business is police business." "So what's up, Carter?" "Well, it's really more of a longer conversation." "Uh, maybe you and I could grab a bite." "I just ate." "No, not..." "Oh..." ""I just ate. " No, later." "Like, say, dinner?" "Oh." "Um, okay, well, Kevin's going to be at Dre's and I have the nanny tonight." "Yeah, sure, what time?" "Uh, say, 8:00?" "Yeah, that sounds good." "Okay." "Hey, Jenna." "Say goodbye to Carter." "Bye." "Why'd it take me four years to do that?" "Well, tell him if he doesn't move that thing today, I'll move it for him." "They haven't even poured the foundation for my house, which means I get to keep living with the both of you and SARAH and her mechanical boyfriend and, oh, my God, I need my own space." "Mechanical boyfriend?" "Uh, SARAH's been spending time with Deputy Andy." "Your house is getting more action than either of us." "I try not to think about it." "So what's the holdup on the swinging new bachelorette pad?" "Some pinhead named Thurgood found a fossil on the site and shut down construction." "Wait, Derek?" "Derek?" "Who's Derek?" "Oh, Dr. Derek Thurgood." "He taught my paleoanthropology class last year at Tesla." "The guy's a genius." "Really?" "Well, why don't you come and watch me kick his smart ass off my property." "Well, let's." "You don't know what a big deal this is." "I'm sorry, you're going to have to give us more time." "You've had three days to move it." "Well, I was working on it, but this little intimidation stunt of yours isn't helping you." "Hey, Zoe, welcome back." "Congratulations, Derek." "This is really cool." "Oh, really cool." "So take your fancy laser shovel and haul it back to G.D." "Uh, it's a delicate process and it can't be rushed." "Besides, who knows what else we might find here?" "What exactly did we find here?" "The distal phalange of a fifteen thousand-year old pre-Clovis culture hominid." "A pinky." "What, that's it?" "That's a big deal, Dad." "Come on." "Then remove it." "Well, I would, but boss lady Zimmer thought it would be funny to push me into Flash-Crete." "Into what now?" "It's Flash-Crete." "PVA-enhanced molecular-bonded concrete." "Three-second set time." "And he fell into it." "I had a little help." "If I'd helped you would've gone in face first." "All right, let's get Indiana Jones out of the wall here." "You got a chisel?" "Come on." "Here." "It's de-polymerizing spray." "For the clumsy and irritating." "What about my house?" "With the dojo and the firing range in basement." "It was..." "Ah!" "See for yourself." "In Eureka, scientific discovery always trumps construction." "It's in the town charter." "Smells orange-y." "Yeah, it's the solvent." "Dr. Fargo wanted this house fast-tracked." "What am I supposed to do now?" "Go home and brush up on local civics." "I thought she'd never leave." "You know, Derek, if you have time I'd love to see the distal phalange." "Well, I'd love to show it to you." "It's just over here." "Carter, you have to do something." "I know, but..." "... pinky." "Yeah, it actually..." "Are they flirting?" "I meant about my house." "Great, it's a 911 from Fargo." "All right, Fargo, what's the emergency?" "Shh..." "You're running sonic protocols?" "Big Brother could be eavesdropping." "On what?" "On me." "Seems my mug may have drawn some unwanted attention from the D.O.D." "They've been snooping around Dr. Grant's personnel file." "The one I manufactured." "If they know I falsified documentation..." "Then they know that I'm not Charles Grant, G.D. Historian." "But Trevor Grant, G.D. History." "We could be in a lot of trouble." "Try sanctioned." "We violated time travel protocols." "They're going to lock us up like lab rats." "I don't like the sound of that." "Forever." "Or that." "What's our play?" "We trace the checks directly to their source." "Hack the Pentagon?" "Are you insane?" "The D.O.D. Mainframe has dozens of firewalls laced with info-mines along every data path." "It's like trying to hack the Matrix." "And, as much as it pains me to say, we need to get help from "The One. "" "Working with Derek is a chance to be part of history." "You really want to hang with "Mister I found a pinky"?" "I thought you and Jo were going to the spa." "Oh, she postponed." "You know, plus Derek and I have time at the AMS lab tomorrow to start carbon dating." "You know, that skeleton could be the oldest North American hominid ever found." "So?" "Speaking of dating, check you out." "Thank you." "Hold on, photo op." "Oh, your first real date with Allison." "Uh, finally." "This is big." "Oh, crap." "My phone's in my bag." "I must have left it at the dig site." "I got time." "I could run you over." "Great." "Great." "SARAH, door." "There you go." "Oh, that's weird." "Derek's car's still here." "Yeah." "Derek?" "I think I left it in the pit." "Be careful." "Derek?" "Dad!" "Any chance that's just a really good statue of Thurgood?" "No, there's definitely a person encased in there." "Prepare him for autopsy, please." "It's so horrible." "You okay?" "He was such an amazing teacher." "He inspired everyone." "Wait, where are you going?" "He would want everyone to focus on the find, so..." "I'm going to let everyone know." "Well, I've never seen anything like this before." "Yeah." "Or this." "Got a date?" "Actually, yeah." "Dinner?" "Oh, oh." "Oh, you meant a date." "Yeah, I did." "I'm so sorry, I just wasn't expecting, um..." "Really?" "Carter..." "Look, we've got to focus, shall we?" "Yeah, you're right." "Um, okay." "Um, so it looks like Thurgood was dropped in a vat of cement." "Or pushed in." "I'll go check with Zimmer." "And change out of my clothes." "Oh, my God." "His heart's beating." "Carter, he's still alive in there." "Sheriff, I told you before, I'd never use Flash-Crete on a person." "Except when you did." "Okay, but not on a person's entire person." "Mmm-hmm." "And tell me again what you did after I left you yesterday." "My crew cleaned up the site and then cleared out." "Thurgood was still mucking about in his pit when we went back to the warehouse." "I swear." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Wait, you're not going to leave me in here are you?" "On what charges?" "Probable cause." "Or just because." "Take your pick." "It's beautiful, Henry." "What's the occasion?" "You and me." "A new beginning." "And I've got everything here." "I've got plantain, Caribbean sautéed pork and Vincent's famous sangria." "All my favorites." "Something wrong?" "No, no, it's perfect." "Recreating our first date was a lovely idea." "Recreate?" "He did this, too?" "Other Henry." "I'm sorry, Grace." "I didn't know." "How could you?" "But really, Henry, I love this." "Come on, let's have some sangria." "Not to worry." "My Flash-Crete solvent is like elixir of the gods." "It works miracles on skin." "It's our most popular treatment at the Shangri-La spa and it takes only seconds." "Dr. Vicelli, it's been seconds with no improvement." "In fact, whatever he's covered with is getting thicker." "Yeah, I'm afraid that this one is kinda out of my league." "I mean, your situation, I can help." "What, you mean the situation of my face?" "I'm sorry, I do that." "It's part of the job." "I mean really, you look great." "But you know in five years, just..." "Prep for laser surgery." "Let's get this stuff off of him before it kills him." "Yes, Doctor." "That's a good idea." "Sonic protocols." "This just gets curiouser and curiouser." "Less talking, more typing." "You know, it might help a smidge if you tell me what I'm looking for." "Just get in first." "The D.O.D. Uses an application gateway." "I can get in a lot of trouble for this." "I think I deserve a fair trade for my services." "So, who wants to start the bidding, hmm?" "You're trying to play us, sport?" "I just think a little compensation for my particularly awesome set of illegal skills is in order." "Zane, I know it's a stretch, but if you could try not to be a selfish jackass." "I really could use a new quantum fluctuation generator." "Fine, now get on with it." "You're the boss." "We'll start by cutting 0.5 millimeters." "Hold on." "Is that a tattoo?" "Looks like an octopus?" "His skin isn't covered in concrete, it is concrete." "Hello?" "Anyone here?" "Hello?" "Hello?" "Oh!" "Ah!" "Sheriff, please." "Help me." "Oh, my God." "Well, I don't know, but they're both alive and petrifying from the outside in." "Well, how does that affect their clothes?" "Well, you remember the woman who was fused to the fabric of her couch after sitting there for six years?" "No." "I mean, what, who?" "Well, it's like that, but much faster." "Oh, that's disgusting." "At the rate that it's moving inward, it's only a matter of hours before their vital organs solidify." "Even less for Derek." "How does that happen?" "More detail." "Well, in theory any organic material can be converted into minerals through impregnation by a silicate like quartz." "Okay, okay." "Um, uh-huh..." "Carter, what are you doing?" "Main ingredient in Flash-Crete is silica." "I used to work construction." "I'm good with my hands." "Carter, Flash-Crete has been used safely in buildings all over Eureka." "Well, maybe somebody re-jiggered the formula." "Dr. Zimmer does have a PhD in materials engineering." "Bad news, Dr. Zimmer." "You've gone from probable cause to..." "Stone." "Well?" "Well, she's lucky that you found her." "She's okay." "Well, she's not okay, but she's not..." "Dead, yeah." "I have the analysis you asked for." "If there's anything else I can do, please..." "Oh, my!" "What?" "Sorry, nothing." "Uh, here." "Please." "First treatment's on me." "Oh, wow!" "Carter the Flash-Crete is just Flash-Crete." "Same formula as always." "No re-jiggering or..." "None." "The Flash-Crete is not causing the fossilization." "Wait, I thought you said these guys were petrifying." "Carter, petrification is a form of fossilization." "Petri..." "I think we might be blaming the wrong guy." "Hmm..." "Interesting." "Interesting?" "It's not supposed to be interesting." "Well, the people checking up on you are real badasses." "Who are we talking?" "NSA?" "CIA?" "Worse." "IRS." "Seriously, who claims 11 dependents?" "What?" "Yeah, accounting flagged your W-4." "The D.O.D. Accounting department?" "They're the ones poking around in your file?" "That's supposed to be a one, not an 11." "Larry!" "So, anything else you want to know while I'm in there?" "Launch codes, defense plans, TARDIS blueprints, what?" "Go away." "Fine." "Oh, and Doc, you might want to fill out your own paperwork next time." "I'll do that, thank you." "Nice doing business with you, Fargo." "Hey, Dad." "Hey." "How well do you know, Thurgood?" "Hold on." "That's weird." "What's that?" "Maybe not as well as I thought." "Check this out." "Oh, yeah, I don't know what that is." "Well, I'm pretty sure that means it's not a pre-Clovis hominid phalange." "Which would mean I might know what's causing Derek to petrify." "Do you think you can get me into his home lab?" "Well, nothing out of the ordinary." "Unless you count all of it." "So, what are we looking for, exactly?" "Derek's PERM solution." "Derek's PERM solution..." "Maybe he keeps it next to his European man purse." "PERM as in "permineralization. "" "What's it do exactly?" "Oh..." "Oh!" "I think I found it." "Okay, no sign of quartz in your cellular walls." "That's it?" "So she's okay, then?" "Yes, along with the rest of the archeological team." "Great." "I can't believe Derek was trying to pull a Piltdown." "A what down, now?" "Well, Thurgood's skeleton was a Piltdown man." "An ape-like skeleton found in England in 1912." "Turned out to be a hoax." "So the skeleton isn't real?" "Well, it's not really old." "It looked old." "Yeah, that's the point." "The PERM solution, it introduces silica and calcite, and it does it super fast." "We used it in Derek's class to study the process of fossilization." "Yeah, but a skeleton treated with PERM would never stand up to radiometric dating." "Yeah, unless Derek tweaked the photon emissions rate." "The quartz in the skeleton that he found didn't look right, so I measured it." "It was like PERM on steroids." "So he rejiggered the PERM?" "I mean, I knew someone rejiggered something." "But now that we know that Thurgood's PERM is the culprit," "I may be able to synthesize an anti-serum to reverse the effects." "Question, how come some people at the site got fossilized and others didn't?" "Like Zoe." "I don't know, maybe a genetic predisposition or an allergic reaction." "I'll have the archeological lab closed off, test anyone who came in contact with it at the site." "Great." "I'll go over there and quarantine the PERM." "Can I talk to you for a sec?" "Look, I know this has been tough on you, so why don't you get away for a little while?" "To the spa?" "I can't go now." "Look, I know there's nothing you can do." "It would make me feel better, and by the time you get back, Derek will probably be his old fraudulent, flesh-colored self." "How can you be so sure?" "I can't, but Allison's working on it." "Thanks." "So what now?" "Well, the computer's running panels on how to reverse engineer the PERM'S effects." "An antidote?" "Well, that's the hope." "Great, keep me posted." "Okay." "Hey, could I borrow you?" "Um..." "When Grant asked you out, did you think that was a date date?" "Well, yeah, sure." "Why not me?" "Really?" "Okay, um, A, you've never asked me for a date." "B, you kissed me and acted like it never happened." "I mean, I know you had to come back to Tess, but, seriously, it's been over a month." "And C..." "Hold on." "You've been thinking about the kiss?" "It's been over 60 years." "I don't know, who can remember?" "You thought about it." "Carter, go set up the quarantine." "Yes, ma'am." "You did." "The soil definitely runneth over with modified PERM." "Must have leeched from the treated skeleton and into the surrounding area." "That's it." "We're ready?" "All right, hold on." "Consider the area quarantined." "Great." "Thanks." "You're welcome." "Sorry for pulling you away from Grace." "No, you didn't." "She went out." "Beach Blanket Bingo wasn't a hit?" "No, it was, both times." "Turns out, I took her on the exact same first date as the Henry from her timeline." "No." "She was okay with that?" "Yeah." "No, no." "She was wonderful." "I just want to give her the passion and surprises that she deserves." "But, you know, anything I come up with, you know, he's probably already done." "It's hard to win a girl when you're competing against yourself." "Exactly, so what do you think I should do?" "Well, um, you could find the person you'd be least likely to go to for advice, and ask them." "I thought that's what I was doing." "I walked right into that one, didn't I?" "Mmm-hmm." "Thanks, Jack." "Good luck." "Hmm." "I can't relax." "Derek..." "Is in the best hands possible." "Trust me." "Okay." "I'm really glad you were here, Grace." "Yeah, me, too." "All right, so tell me all about Harvard." "Guys, grades, I want all the gossip." "Grades are good, guys are complicated." ""Guys," as is someone new?" "Well, he's not exactly new." "I needed help with a physics model last semester." "He totally knew how to use an Ornstein-Zernike equation in molecular-electronic structure theory." "Okay, that is hot." "Right." "It's that rush you get when you're first getting to know someone, you know?" "Yeah." "It's too bad you can't have both." "Yeah, too bad." "What happened?" "Derek's system is shutting down," "I'm losing him." "I thought you were onto something with the PERM." "So did I, but the new compound didn't reverse the petrification." "It just slowed it down." "Wait, you were partially right, right?" "Well, Thurgood and the others must have been exposed to some sort of bio-activator, something that changed the PERM in some way." "I'm guessing there's lots of those?" "I'm gonna have to cross-reference everything in their system, see if I can find a match." "Everything..." "Do they have that sort of time?" "The others, maybe, but Derek..." "Um..." "I'll ask Zoe." "Maybe she knows if they have something in common." "Zoe, hey." "Hey, can I talk to you for a second?" "Yeah." "I was just wondering maybe if you wanted to..." "I don't know..." "Okay, yeah, we'll talk about it later." "Okay." "Sheriff." "Zane." "Zoe." "That's him." "Zane?" "Yeah." "He's the new guy?" "Well, I know what you're thinking, but he's really sweet once you get to know him." "When did you get to know him?" "Just give it a chance." "No." "He's a train wreck." "Just ask Jo." "Jo?" "Why would I ask her?" "Those two hate each other." "Well, because of his poor work ethic, which..." "Look, we can discuss this later, okay?" "Allison needs our help." "Dad..." "Look, something activated the PERM." "We've got to find out what it is before more people are affected." "Come on." "Dad!" "What, what?" "It's too late." "I can't feel my hands." "It's all over me." "Just look at me, okay?" "You stay with me." "You look..." "You're going to be okay." "All right, it's going to be okay." "Damn." "What's wrong?" "It's blocked." "It's..." "Allison." "Stay with me." "Look at me, all right?" "Just look at my eyes." "Still might be able to get into the sub-clavian artery." "When you become a doctor, never do that." "All right, sweetie." "You're going to get sleepy." "Just relax." "There, see?" "It's going to be all right." "Is that a cure?" "No, but we will find one, okay?" "Just stay with her." "I love you." "Lupo!" "You going somewhere?" "Just grabbing some stuff for Carter in case he spends the night with Zoe." "Is she okay?" "I hope so." "I've got to go." "No, wait." "I pulled something off the D.O.D. Mainframe you need to see." "It's Grant's personnel file." "Two felonies in one day." "Impressive." "Not as impressive as his profile." "It's a fake." "What makes you think that?" "Come on, when you've created as many aliases as I have, you know what to look for." "Dr. Charles Grant reads like a textbook cover job." "Chuck's hiding something." "Like what?" "I don't know." "You're the head of security, don't you want to find out?" "Zane, Grant went through detailed background checks like everyone at G.D." "I did them myself." "Look, I know we've had our trust issues, but something isn't right about this guy." "I can feel it." "He is Dr. Charles Grant, historian." "Trust me." "Look, I really got to go." "Knock, knock." "Come." "Hey, I didn't know you tickled the ivories." "Oh, this was there for you in the mailroom, Dr. Grant." "I thought I'd deliver it to you personally." "Thanks." "Leave it over there." "All right." "You know all I got was a paperweight when I started working here." "Not that it isn't practical." "I just would've preferred an iTablet or a Cheval Nuit from 1947." "Let me see that." "You know, they say it's not healthy to drink alone." "But I'm available to hang out." "Like guys do." "Right, you're busy." "Like everyone always is." "We've tested hundreds of potential bio-activators." "Nothing has reacted with the PERM." "It's like looking for a needle in a haystack." "We need to narrow it down." "Well, Allison, you gave Zoe a clean bill of health earlier." "I know, I'm sorry." "I'm trying to figure it out." "I'm not blaming you, but if Zoe was fine then, then she obviously came into contact with the bio-activator since then." "Well, we need to find out everything she was exposed to in the last couple hours and that would narrow it down." "Well, I know where to look." "Yeah?" "Okay, we've got to go." "Come on, Carter." "I believe that Zoe had the Shangri-La special." "Ah, yes." "Molecular steam bath, mani-pedi, deep penetration for all skin types, it's very refreshing." "Yeah, I smell oranges." "Yeah, like at the construction site." "Right." "Ah, well, you have a very keen nose." "With unfortunately roomy pores, but we have treatments for that." "Thanks." "Do you use Flash-Crete solvent?" "On the face?" "No, never." "The solvent is a derivative of my hand dip." "The active ingredient in both is limonene, it's excellent for purifying the skin." "Were Zoe's hands dipped in the limonene?" "Yes, of course." "It's part of the Shangri-La experience." "Zimmer, Thurgood, and the crew all used the limonene solvent at the site." "All right, we're going to need a sample of that." "Now!" "Okay, um..." "Here." "Thank you." "Thanks." "Allison, hey, um, please tell me you have some good news." "Limonene was the bio-activation agent we were looking for." "I'm sensing a "but" in there somewhere." "The antidote needs to be absorbed directly into the skin." "So put it in a cream and slather it on." "The petrification process has closed off Zoe's pores." "So we have a cure but no way to deliver it?" "Not yet." "Okay?" "All this technology and no way to give her the cure." "Yeah, but she's still breathing." "Can't she just inhale it?" "No, the cure must be directly applied to the skin." "But petrified tissue is porous on a microscopic level." "If we could just take advantage of that somehow." "Vicelli said that her molecular steam penetrates all skin types." "Molecular steam might be small enough to penetrate." "And if we aerosolize the cure, Vicelli might be able to deliver it." "That's it." "Hurry, come on, Jo." "Okay, hang on, Zo." "We're going to help you." "Okay." "That's it, the system's ready." "Okay." "Here we go." "Initiating steam." "Ten percent absorption." "Fifty percent absorption." "Eighty percent absorption." "How can we tell if it's working?" "We'll know soon enough." "Come on." "Nothing's happening." "We tried everything we could." "Jack, I'm so sorry." "No." "No." "No." "Come on, come on." "Come on." "Come on." "Come on." "I'm here." "I got you back." "Hey." "Hi." "Oh, wow." "Petrification does awesome things for your skin." "Too bad about the whole almost dying part." "Yeah." "It was almost, right?" "Derek..." "Yeah, yeah, he's fine." "And the others, too." "It's quite a homecoming, huh?" "It sure wasn't dull." "No." "How we doing?" "Well, I'm not garden statuary anymore." "Well, that's a good start." "We're going to keep you here for another day, just as a precaution." "And don't even think about arguing." "Hey, if it avoids being grilled about my love life, I'm all for it." "Uh, don't count on it." "I'll be right back." "I don't know how to thank you." "I'm just happy everything worked out okay." "Well, I wouldn't say all okay." "What's Zane doing here?" "Apparently, he and Zoe are friendly." "Since when?" "Since we changed stuff." "Oh, could this get any worse?" "Hey, how's our girl?" "Uh, she's good." "Yeah?" "I'm going to be sick." "Come on." "Oh, God." "She asked my advice about her new guy." "Her new guy is my old guy." "I know, I know, you must be really upset and you probably want to kill them." "In normal circumstances, I'd help you." "Okay, but you're not okay with this?" "No, no, I'm not okay with this." "And I keep telling myself that it's a crush and that it's not going to last." "What if it does?" "I got to go." "Okay." "Henry, listen." "About lunch today..." "What is going on?" "You blinded me with science!" "So romantic!" "So, Zoe's on her way to a full recovery." "Well, thanks to you." "Well, it was a team effort." "Well..." "You know," "Zoe said that what starts in the friend zone should just stay in the friend zone." "Do you think that that's right?" "I think that good friends are hard to find." "So you think the kiss was a mistake?" "No." "I think that what we have, it's really special." "And if things didn't work out between us, especially after everything we've been through..." "What I'm trying to say is..." "Maybe..." "Maybe it's not worth the risk." "Okay." "Trevor Grant?" "How do you know my name?" "I've known your name my whole life." "I believe you knew my father, Adam, back in 1947." "Who are you?" "My name is Beverly Barlowe and we've been waiting a very long time for you."