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— Apparently, we're the only two mutants. — I didn't come from MI5, or the police, or the army. I was born with this gift, you've had it for five minutes. No, no. We're not the same. And I doubt we'll be working closely together. Not for a long while.

- This guy was in an office making shitty phone apps a year ago. Now he thinks he's James fucking Bond, and his girlfriend's dead, and he's screaming at us to let him join a mission he's totally ill-equipped for. He wasn't ready for Paris, he isn't ready for this. None of it. Tell me if I'm wrong. - I think you're wrong.

— What do we do?

You've been searching for something, George. Time travel, time loops, time jumps, Tim jumps. I'm pretty sure that last one was a typo.

— What? Wait, you can't talk to me about— Jesus! Sarah, I was an agent there way before you were. The only reason I'm not there now, is 'cause I threw it away to help you. — I never asked you to do that! — Yeah, you couldn't ask me, 'cause you were dead.

— So, only special people are aware when time jumps backwards. —Yes. — And you're one of them. — Yes. — But I'm not. — Not yet. It's all really just a matter of perception. Most people's brains can't process the time jump, so they reject the memories of the time they've lost. A small dose of this will open up your mind just enough to jog misplaced memories to the surface.

Can we concentrate please.

— I think Shiv knows something. — Better find out a way to save him, hadn't you? Next loop, while he's still alive, tell him I'm sorry I didn't believe him. Tell him I'm gonna make it right.