Damages to Graham from repeated battles have taken their toll. While Vidaux walks to the city for repairs, Derrida and Yuri spend the night in an abandoned home, where Derrida begins experimenting with the mysterious "time ride" phenomenon.
I've been thinking... 
We really are two of a kind, huh?
كنتُ أقول لنفسي... نحن متشابهتان فعلاً
Antes lo pensaba, pero de verdad
somos iguales, ¿no?
Antes lo pensaba ligeramente,
pero sí que somos iguales, ¿no?
È da un po' che ci penso...
Io e te siamo proprio due gocce d'acqua!
Eu estive pensando... somos
mesmo farinha do mesmo saco, né?
Я вот думала... мы ведь похожи, да?