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Look out L.A.!
The eggheads over at JPL say
there's a meteor shower coming our way.
But not to worry... it's supposed to land
smack-dab in the middle of Pacific.
So keep it tuned right here to KSXI, K-Sexy Radio.
And while we're "Waiting for a Star to Fall",
here's Boy Meets Girl.
Oh, my God, finally!
Oh, wait. You cannot lift alone.
He bring on dolly.
I got it, Ms. Ulyanov.
It's not that bad.
Lift with your knees, girl.
Oh.
I'll slip the rent under your door later, I promise.
Oh, no, I not worry, Olivia.
You throw party for yourself?
Pity party, yeah, pity rager.
It's not every day you get fired
from your content creation job because someone decided
you "aren't getting the voice of the blog."
You think it's my RBF? Don't answer that.
Olivia, it's been days.
You cannot stay inside forever.
Yes, I can.
My forever just got totally awesome.
Because of blanket?
Weighted blanket.
It's like a perpetual hug, Ms. Ulyanov,
just precisely what I need.
No, it's what I deserve.
I'll see you in the spring.
You are not a receptacle
for anyone's feelings.
You must fill your own cup...
For you cannot pour from an empty one.
Olivia!
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Oh, I am one who called.
Ma'am, what's the name of the victim?
Her name is Olivia.
She is alive. It is a miracle.
I see it fall from space.
It fall all the way
from heaven and land on top of her.
You mean through her.
This can't be happening, right?
Pulse is strong,
airway's clear, breathing's good.
CRT is good.
Olivia, I need you to tell me
your pain level from one to ten.
It's, like, a four, but it's throbbing.
How am I even alive? I have a hole in me!
- Hey, Cap. - It looks like
left lower abdomen, might have taken out
the kidney or at least lacerated it.
Can you wiggle your toes for me, ma'am?
It definitely missed the spine, Cap.
Yeah, and this weighted blanket
contained the blast radius.
Must have cauterized most of the blood vessels
on the way through and the nerves too.
That's why you're not in excessive pain, Olivia.
- Lucky me. - Cap, we're gonna have to
move her with this blanket.
And that chaise is also fused to her, Cap.
Guys! Guys, I... I found it.
All the way from outer space.
- Should I grab it? - Doesn't belong to you, Buck.
It belongs in a museum.
Okay, we're gonna needthe saws, both of 'em.
- Yeah. - I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Did you say saws?
Did he say saws? Did you say saws?
Of all the people on the planet,
the thing had to hit me.
You know what?
Only one other person
in history has ever been hit
by a meteorite, and that was in the '50s,
which makes you pretty special.
I don't feel special. How do you know that?
Why do you know that?
Buck was on the pier when the tsunami hit.
He's kind of obsessed with natural disasters.
You want a natural disaster? Pfft.
Look no further than my life.
Not anymore.
Space rocks do not just
fall out of the sky onto anybody.
You are gonna be famous.
Okay, instant backboardon three.
One, two, three.
All right, guys, watch your step.
I can't believe Hen missed this.
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Still not sleeping?
Couple hours here and there, but...
Every time I-I close my eyes...
You see her face.
I relive the moment.
Last night, it was like...
I was crashing into her
in slow motion...
her injuries happening
while the car was crumblingaround her.
Wha... what is that?
It's not normal, right?
I have these momentsthat are good.
We save someone from dying, my kid does something awesome.
It's moments where I should be
happy or proud or both.
I know that.
Just don't feel it.
There's no one right way
to deal with trauma.
All the first responders I counsel
process it differently.
And yet you all ask the same questions
and press the same buttons.
I mean, this is my third session...
You're not finding therapy helpful?
I used to.
After Doug died, I did it all:
talk therapy, group therapy, cognitive processing.
Spent six months just talkingabout my feelings.
I'm sorry none of it helped you.
What makes you think it didn't?
'Cause you're sitting in that chair.
I don't wanna be.
I'd rather be at home with my kid,
enjoying the one good thing I have going on.
So why do you keep coming back?
I was ordered here by my boss.
I know I need help to process this.
I don't want my kid to be like me.
I mean, Chris is always this happy, open kid,
ready to share every thought in his head.
But he was in... pain.
He felt like he had to hide that from me,
pretend he was okay.
I don't want that for him.
I violated Department policy,
violated a woman's trust, and I am really sorry.
I almost killed a guy with my bare hands.
I killed a young girl in the prime of her life.
I survived. Doug didn't.
So you still haven't heard anything
from the chief about Hen?
I would tell youif they'd made
a ruling, Buck... they haven't.
But shouldn't the investigators
be done by now?
We all know it was an accident.
Saw her yesterday.
I was on my way into Frank's,
ran into her outside the building.
She seemed okay, just sad.
You can't blame her for that.
- Or for anything. - How's therapy with Frank?
- Haven't seen him in a while. - Seems good.
Though I'm not really surehe and I are... clicking.
You should try talking to Rosemary.
I went to her after the stabbing... she was great.
- Is that the one I slept with? - No, she doesn't work for
the Department anymore.
- You slept with your therapist? - I was, uh,
going through a phase.
Hey, didn't you just go through
- one of those? - Yeah, yeah.
- Hey, everybody. - Hey.
Well, look who's back on the beat!
Just thought I'd stop by,
see if there's any wordon our girl, Hen.
You talk to her?
No, I try, but all she wants
to talk about is...
The girl, yeah, I got that too.
Ooh, ooh, May just sent me a copy
of her college essay.
She emailed it to you?
I guess she was too nervous
to watch me read it in person.
I remember the drama
when my sister was applying to college.
Think that's half the reason why I decided to join the army.
Well, you tell a 17-year-old kid
that their future depends on writing 600 perfect words,
the pressure's gonna get to 'em.
I don't remember what my college essay was about.
Why don't you call Maddie and ask her
what she wrote for you?
I am gonna kill this child.
"Living with the Enemy."
I thought her essay was about the tsunami.
So did I.It's not.
Wait, uh, who's the enemy in the essay?
Me.
It wasn't your fault.
System logs show that you pushed the button.
Your light was green
when you entered the intersection.
Her light never changed.
Looks like it wasthe circuit board
on the streetlamp.
One of the relays was fried.
You did everything right.
And she's still dead.
But not because of you. I know it doesn't
feel that way, that you feel responsible...
Bobby, I'm the one that drove into her.
You can show me a million pieces of paper
that... that... that says it's not my fault,
but it's still gonna feel like it is.
Did you know she played the cello?
It was an accident, Hen.
You've been clearedby the Department.
You can return to duty whenever you want.
Um... I don't know when I can come back.
Karen and I are going away for a few days, and, uh...
I think I'ma need some time.
Take as much as you need.
We'll be herewhen you're ready.
"My mother is a police officer.
It's what's she's beenmy entire life.
I never questioned it.
But lately, answering the question,
'What does your mother do?',
fills me with somethingthat feels like shame."
Shame? My daughter's ashamed of me?
Um, that's not what she's saying.
You haven't read it.
What?
- You did read it. - Well...
You knew she was writing this about me.
We discussed it.
She wanted to write about something
that mattered to her, but she was worried
about your reaction.
Oh, yeah, so she just tellsthe whole world
that her motheris a good-hearted
but misguided cop who has wasted her entire life
trying to fix a system that's broken beyond repair.
Oh, she also said that she admires you
for everything that you've done,
everything that you try to do.
What am I supposed to say to her?
The truth.
Now you tell her that you love her.
You're proud of her,
even if you don't agree with her.
Come on, Athena, this is the promise that we made.
When we had May and Harry,
we promised ourselves... we agreed that we were gonna
raise our children to be strong, smart, and independent,
you know, give them room to be their own people.
This essay proves
that we have done our job.
That's easy for you to say, 'cause you're not the enemy.
So how's everything at home?
Better, I guess.
I mean, ever since the crash,
Karen has been a rock.
It's like that IVF stuffnever even happened.
Well, that's something.
My wife's a project manager.
Looks like I'm her new project.
She wants to take me to this
new-age-y wellness spa.
She saysit'll have healing influences.
Are there gonna be crystals? 'Cause sounds very crystal-ly.
Listen, as long as there'sa comfortable bed
and nobody trying to talk meinto getting a colonic...
I'll give it a shot.
And I'll try anything that'llmake me feel less awful.
You know, make me feel likeI can do this job again.
You know, someone once told me
that the world is full of patients,
but what it really needs is more caregivers.
Hen, you are the best caregiver
that I know.
So go do whatever you need to do to heal you,
because the world needs you back
and so do I.
Eh.
Yeah.
Gotta love an early shift.
- See ya tonight. - I'll see ya.
Maddie, bunch of us areheaded out on the town.
We're thinking karaoke and wings,
not necessarily in that order.
You should join us.
We can toast to your triumphant return.
I'm gonna have to pass.
I have plans with Buck.
You sure? He could join.
No, you do not wanna hear
Buck sing "Eye of the Tiger."
It is painful,
even with the one-armed push-ups.
Copy that. Bye.
Bye.
- Tara? - Maddie?
Maddie, oh, God.
- I... I don't know what to do. - What's wrong?
Can you come over?
Are you hurt? Did Vincent hurt you?
You were right.
You were so right.
I... I really need your help.
- Please. - Yeah, I'm on my way.
Thank God you're here.
What happened?
We... we fought.
He... he came after me.
He was so mad.
Okay, where is he?
I didn't... I didn't have a choice.
I had to.
You killed him.
I thought I did,
but he's still alive.
She... she shot me.
Vincent, can you hear me?
- No! - Tara!
You can't. That's why I called you.
To do what?
To stand hereand watch him die?
He can't die.
I don't know, I don't know. Should he die?
I can't... I can't think straight.
I need... I need to think.
Why?
- What are you doing? - I'm saving him.
And I am saving you.
Everything in your life gets worse if he dies.
It was... It was self-defense.
It was...
That is what you're gonna
tell yourself a million times,
but you will never
completely believe it.
Look, I killed my husband.
And I wish that I didn't.
I... I wish I didn't have to.
But you... you survived, though.
I mean, you're... you're free.
I killed someone I used to love.
I will never be completely free of that.
Tara, please, call 9-1-1.
Hey.
9-1-1. What's your emergency?
This is Maddie Kendall,
dispatcher badge number 873951.
I have a male in his 30s, GSW to the upper torso.
Don't ask me any protocol questions
and don't route me to an EMD.
Be advised there is a loaded firearm at the scene.
Police!
Hands up. Hands up, hands up!
Gun.
I need both of your hands up.
I can only give you one.
See? I told you it was nice.
Yeah, well, I don't see any crystals,
so that's a bonus.
Look, we don't have to stay.
You know, if you just wanna go home...
No. No, no, no.
It's okay.
Honestly, it'll be nice for us
to spend a few days away
from everything and everyone we know.
You know, just me and you.
Henrietta?
Henrietta Wilson?
It is you!
Stacey?
Yes!
How are you?
Alive and well, thanks to you.
Stacey Mullins.
I'm... I'm Hen's wife, Karen.
- Nice to meet you. - Delighted.
I can't believe you're here.
You have to let me buy you drinks... no, dinner.
Please let me buy you dinner.
Well, uh, you know, we just got here,
and, uh, we haven't even checked in yet.
So why don't you give us your room number,
and we'll call you when we get settled.
Wonderful. I'm in 209.
I can't believe you're here.
Wow.
Who was that woman?
She's the reasonI became a paramedic.
I mean, you don't think it's serendipity
running into the life coach whose life you saved?
You don't believe inserendipity.
All right, what else would you call it?
A coincidence.
Yeah, a coincidence
that offered to buy us dinner.
We should take her up on it.
Wha... do... you just want me to sit there
and have small talk with her?
"Oh, Hen, how's life as a paramedic?"
"Oh, well, you know, I saved your life.
"I'm out here, you know, long hours.
I have a great team. Oh, and I killed a girl."
You did not kill her!
- It was an... - Accident.
That's what everyone keeps saying.
Or maybe that was serendipity too.
- Hen. - I'd love it if it was.
If someone could give me a reason
why that poor girl is dead and why I just walked away
without a scratch.
Please.
Tell me how that fits inside some grand design.
I don't know.
Okay?
But I do know that you did not mean
to hurt that girl.
You did everything right. The report said...
I don't remember pressing the button.
The report says I did, but I don't remember doing it.
Okay.
Well, do you remember putting on your seat belt?
Every day, we complete a million tasks
just like the day before and the day before that,
and we don't remember them.
I don't remember brushing my teeth this morning,
doesn't mean I didn't.
But I should remember.
That was an important moment.
Only in retrospect.
When you pressed that button,
it was just another day.
No.
I gotta be able to trust myself and my instinct.
That's the only way I'm gonna do the job.
Finger thoracostomy.
It's, uh... it's kinda badass.
Come on, Mads, you saved a guy's life,
you know, one who seriously did not deserve it.
No. Nobody deserves to die.
Ms. Kendall, sorry to keep you here so long.
You can head home now.
Wait, you don't wanna take my statement?
Detectives talked to Mr. Dagostino
before he went into surgery.
He said he shot himself by accident.
- An accident? - Yeah.
Yeah, that's what I thought too.
You folks have a good night.
I... I don't get it.
Why would he lie for her?
Maddie, I'm so glad you're still here.
I wanted to thank you.
Thank you so much.
Tara, what is... what is going on?
The officer just said...
He said he could forgive me
if I would forgive him,
if we could... if we could make things work.
What? No.
It can be different now.
We can be different.
He... he promised.
You wanna stick around in case she needs you?
No.
I can't help her anymore.
So she shoots himand then takes him back?
Yeah.
And I thought my marriagewas complicated.
How's your sister taking it?
It's, uh... it's kind of rough on her.
You know, I think she thought she could
save Tara from Vincent, but, you know, she's realizing
that you can't save someone from themselves,
not if they don't want it.
Ain't that the truth?
Especially if you aren't around
to see that they need saving.
Look, I'm sorry I wasn't there, Eddie.
You and Chris needed me, and I had my head
so far up my own behind with that stupid lawsuit...
- We're way past that, Buck. - I'm not.
I should have been there.
Maybe I could have... talked some sense into you.
You talk sense into me?
That'd've been interesting.
I told you not to buy that truck.
Yeah, you'd have talked me into
buying something more expensive.
Yeah, fair point.
Look, things gota little out of hand
for both of us.
Don't beat yourself up about it.
Why, 'cause you'd rather do it?
- Excuse me? - Come on, Eddie.
If you're not gonna be honest with Frank,
at least be honest with me.
Who said I wasn't being honest with Frank?
You said you two weren't clicking.
Maybe I'm just not a therapy kind of guy.
Right, right, you, uh... you prefer
to work it out in the ring.
There was no ring, Buck. There was a fence.
Come on.
You don't think while you were
going through your phase, just maybe, you were
throwing your punches at the wrong guy?
Seriously?
You're gonna make it about you, again?
Look, I'm just saying, you were pretty pissed.
Now I thought for sure that day in the grocery store
you were gonna take a swing at me.
Not that you didn't deserve it,
but I wouldn't do that.
You're on blood thinners.
Well, I'd still take you.
- You think so? - I know.
You wanna go for the title?
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.
K.O.!
Yeah! This is my kind of therapy.
One more round. Pick 'em up.
I was in the wrong bar.
I spent 40 minutes thinking that my date had stood me up.
But then Hen came in.
Serendipity.
I know, I know.
It sounds really woo.
But I gotta say, after my brush with death,
I'm kind of open to that.
So you had a near-death experience?
Did you... see anything?
Well, um, nothing supernatural,
but I have definitely seen things.
Six years ago,
I saw my daughter walk down the aisle.
Four years ago, I saw my first grandchild,
last year, my second.
I've seen the world.
I have visited everyone who's mattered to me,
and I've told each and every one
how much I love them.
- That's amazing. - It is.
And every day, I wake up grateful,
grateful for my second chance.
I'm grateful to God,
but most of all, I'm grateful to you, Hen.
Thank you for saving my life.
You're welcome.
Anticipate. You gotta learn to anticipate.
You gotta have everything in your hand
when you hit the ground.
When you hit the ground, you gotta be ready to go.
Time is the enemy. Don't ever forget that.
Yeah, they drilled that into me when I took the job.
The faster the run, the happier the client.
And the happierthe bottom line.
Don't ever forget that either.
Hey, protocol says we gotta inspect the cargo on this stop.
I got it. I got it.
Pump the gas.
Get the gas.
Young people always get on my nerves.
What the...
Oh, my God.
You do realize what this run is about.
Company's cutting corners, kid,
a lot of 'em.
Take a look at that manifest.
Tell me what you see.
What am I looking for here?
You see any steel drums?
Ernest. Ernest, look out!
Ah!
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Which tunnel, sir?
2nd Street, downtown.
The whole place is filling up
- with smoke. - Okay.
Can you safely exit your vehicle
and get out of the tunnel?
We're trying to help out
one of the drivers right now.
Holy crap, there's a combustible sign
on the burning truck.
Is this thing gonna blow?
Our concern is your safety, sir.
Let's just get you both out of the tunnel.
No, we have no indication
that it's a terrorist attack.
A lot of calls coming in from downtown.
Okay, uh, everybody listen up.
I need you all to initiate traffic rerouting
for the area around the 2nd Street tunnel.
Until we know exactly what's burning in there,
we're not taking any chances.
Did you say the fire is white?
Yeah, It's crazy.
I've never seen anything like this.
Dispatch said two victims
and a hazardous materials recycling truck.
I want you to grab the CO2 detection equipment,
and I want everybody in full turnouts and BAs... go!
Cap, that's a bright one.
Put my money on magnesium.
Chim, you're on him. Eddie, Buck, check the driver.
Everybody else, this entire tunnel is an exclusion zone.
Keep people away. Go, go, go!
Cap, he's pinned. I gotta go to the other side.
Okay.
This is Captain Nash on scene
at 2nd Street.
We have a magnesium fire
that is reactive to water.
I need a liquid nitrogen truck
dispatched immediately.
Copy that, Captain Nash.
Liquid nitrogen en route.
Chim, how's he doing?
He's bradycardic, pupils are uneven,
GCS 12 and falling.
Smoke's gonna get bad in here.
Get him out of here. Go, go, go!
I lost his pulse, starting compression.
What are we looking at, Eddie?
He's not impaled or anything, but we're
gonna need a jackhammer.
No time for that.
This magnesium's starting to burn real hot.
We gotta get him out of here soon.
Saw's not gonna cut it.
Ah! Oh, God!
Oh, my God.
Sir, try to remain calm.
Tell me your name.
Ernest. Ernest...
oh, magnesium.
It's burning.
You need to get out of here.
Sir, it's okay.
We are gonna get you out of this truck.
No.
That's not the only thing there.
What else is back there, Ernest?
Cobalt-60.
You were transporting radioactive waste
through the middle of downtown Los Angeles?
Company's cutting corners.
This is Captain Nash.
Be advised, be advised.
This truck contains cobalt-60.
Start evacuating this area in a three-block radius
and order all nonessential personnel
outside the perimeter now.
That magnesium's gonna
burn through those drums.
Once that happens,
this entire tunnel is gonna
turn into Chernobyl.
Hazmat and nitrogen will
be here any minute, and I need
both of you out there
- when they land. - Cap!
Buck, it's okay.
I will stay here with Ernest.
I'll get him out of here.
You gotta get out there and put out that fire.
Now. That's an order.
I'll be right behind you. Go!
All right, guys, let's go!
Let's go! Come on!
Switch.
Chim!
Where's the hazmat and the nitro?
Delayed, too many cars trying
to evacuate downtown.
Cap, no hazmat or nitro yet. We're coming back to you.
Negative. Negative!
The cobalt has ignited.
We're at gamma radiation level.
I repeat, we are at gamma.
Hold your position.
That's nuts. Get out of here.
Maybe some CO2 will slow it down
before I get that nitro.
That's it, I'm out.
Dispatch, where's that liquid nitrogen?
Nitrogen's landed, Cap.
It's here.
We need it now!
- Where's Captain Nash? - Inside!
- How long has he been in there? - Too long.
All right, let's go, guys.
Put it out!
Hey, are you ready?
Come on!
Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Captain Nash, you're done.
Gotta get him out of the cab!
I got him... got him.
The kid... the kid!
You talking about Ankush?
- Did he make it? - He's stable.
He's headed to the hospital.
Oh, thank God.
Fire's out.
I repeat, fire's out.
Smoke's clear, fallout's gonna be minimal.
Maybe not for all of us.
This way, Captain.
Thank you.
Okay. Heart function looks good.
And what aboutthe other tests?
So far, mostly good news... no enlargement of the thyroid,
chest X-rays are clear.
Your lungs don't appear to have
suffered any ill effects from the exposure.
What about the blood tests?
Kidney and thyroid function are normal.
You said mostly?
The urine test showed trace amounts of cobalt.
Not high, just elevated.
Liver enzymes are also not where I'd like them to be,
but I'm not about to sound any alarms yet.
Yeah, but you're concerned.
I'm cautious by nature.
Good, so we won't worry unless you tell us
there's something to worry about.
Now, when can I go home?
We'll probably send you home later today.
You can even go back to work.
But we will need that battery of tests
once a week for the next six weeks
until we are sure there are no long-term effects.
So I'll see you in seven days.
Looking forward to that.
I am not ready to be a widow.
- Wasn't trying to make you one. - Bobby...
I had to slow down that fire,
and the only way I could do it was
to get in the path of the smoke.
I didn't have a choice.
It's my job.
You will not get sick on me.
Deal.
- Heh. - Love you.
I love you too.
Feels like three hours in traffic
just undid all three days of rest and relaxation.
I'd say next time we should fly somewhere, but...
- Airports. - Mm-mm.
It was a pretty good trip, though, despite the drive back.
Was it?
I mean, the plan was to recharge and reconnect.
I feel like we only got half that equation,
and maybe you got a little shortchanged.
No, I didn't.
I mean, all the stuff Stacey said about
living in the moment and being grateful for it...
I am.
I'm grateful for youand for Denny.
I was worried for a minute there.
Yeah.
That maybe we weren't enough.
No.
And I was worried I wasn't enough for you,
because I couldn't...
And you could go findsomebody else.
I know that most of thatwas the hormones talking,
but, uh...
damn, they're loud.
I never cared about how many kids we had, Karen,
just that we had them together.
I'm done.
I'm unpacked. Can we go pick up Paisley now?
Did you put away your stuff?
Or did you just empty it outon the bed?
You only said "unpack."
- Oh, ho-ho-ho. - Oh, my God.
Three days with Uncle Trey,
and he's nailing us on technicalities.
All right, come on. Let's go get the dog.
Yes!
It is indeed, right?
- Hey. - You're home!
Oh, this is a surprise. I didn't think I'd get
to see you until the weekend.
I figured you both
would be tired after the day you've had.
Thought we'd come by and make you dinner.
Oh, thank you,
'cause I know I'm exhausted.
Are you okay? We saw the driver on the news.
They said he has lung damage,
that he could get cancer from being in that tunnel.
Well, he wasn't wearingthe protective gear
that firefighters wear, and he was in that tunnel
a lot longer than I was.
- But are you okay? - I feel fine.
Which is what we're gonna focus on,
just being grateful that Bobby made it home safe.
They're already talking about massive investigations,
State, the Feds, OSHA.
I mean, it's gonna be a big mess.
I hope Ernest is ready for it.
He's probably gonna lose his job.
That company is gonna make his life a living hell,
what's left of it.
I think he's brave
for telling the truth and standing up
for what's right.
If more people did that,
the world would be better.
Uh! That's dinner, okay?
It needs 15 minutes to rest and then we'll eat.
Long enough for meto take a shower
with normal soap and water this time.
May.
I wanted to talk to youabout your essay.
Wasn't sure if you had a chance to read it.
I'm a police sergeant, not an officer.
I know maybe it seems likeit shouldn't mean much,
but it does.
I worked very hardfor that title.
I'm sorry. I can fix it.
Good.
Then I think it's all set
to go out.
It's a powerful essay.
Admissions offices will bevery impressed with you.
So you're not mad?
I know you're still tryingto figure things out,
figure yourself out.
You and I might not always agree
on the choice the other makes,
but I'm very proudof what I do.
I'm proud of who I am,
and I just hope that one day,
when you're my age, that you'll be able
to look at your daughterand say the same.
That's what I want for you.
I love you.
I love you too, Mom.
That wasn't so bad, huh?
I kind of wish she just said she was mad at me.
Oh, welcome to being a grown-up.
Hey.
Mm-mm.
Have a good day, sweetie.
Life hits you head-on, sometimes.
There's always gonna be pain
and the fallout that comes with it.
Thanks to a lot of brave souls,
and one in particular, this city dodged a bullet.
But it ain't over.
People need to know what happened.
Today, the real fallout begins.
Sometimes, it feels like the universe is out to get you.
But maybe, it's just trying to get your attention.
Who would have thought that getting hit by a meteor
would be the best thing that ever happened to me?
I used to have this hole inside me.
But after having an actual hole,
I feel whole.
I was surprised that you called.
Your next mandated session's not for another week.
I know.
I just really needed to talk.
Okay.
About?
How I really feel
about killing my husband.
We can spend our days trying
to understand the pain...
and we should.
That's how we heal.
Hey!
Hey, I heard I missed out
on some pretty heroic stuff while I was away.
How you feeling, Cap?
I'm just glad to have you back.
Aww.
Ah!
But we must always remember
it's not the trauma that defines us.
It's how we choose
to react to it,
how we choose to move on.
Chim.
I'll drive.
All right!
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