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"I'm watering a plant in space"?

Every day.

Would you like to try?

Gardening is good for the soul.

Wow. It's remarkable this is all the water they need.

Yes, it's why they will thrive on Mars,

and the desert itself will be transformed into a garden.

You have very steady hands.

Well, I wouldn't be much of a surgeon if I didn't.

And what about you? How does one become a space botanist?

Kwesi.

Do you like this?

As for us, we like this garden very much.

I hope you like it too.

Myself and your mother want you to be happy here.

My adopted father was a gardener.

Here, let me refill that for you.

Oh, bollocks.

Can't be out of water.

I'll be back.

You sure you wanna move it there?

My hand is still on the piece, Lu.

Take your time. Take your time.

Okay.

Check.

What do you mean, "check"? This...

Hey, Misha, how's...

how's the extra time you spend in the pod?

- Has it... - It's fantastic. Please don't disturb me.

I'm terribly sorry to interrupt,

but there seems to be another clog in the water system.

Ah...

Okay, unfortunately, we will have to call it a draw,

just as I was about to launch a massive counterattack.

Sorry.

- - What's going on?

We have a problem with the DA.

What's the problem?

Distillation assembly is the heart of the ship's water recovery system,

a mechanism that filters urine and sweat...

I know what it is.

Are you saying our ship's heart is diseased?

No.

I'm saying it's dead.

But isn't that why we have a backup system?

Can't we run on that till we get to Mars, where Pegasus will be waiting?

No! Backup is like spare tire.

It helps a little. Not for a long time.

You're recommending we fix the prime?

We must remove dead heart from prime,

replace it with the backup's DA.

That sounds like a... a substantial operation.

It's like a heart transplant.

When was Misha's last eye exam?

Excuse me?

If we are doing a heart transplant,

I'd like to make sure our surgeon can see.

My eyes are fine.

Well, it has been a few days since I've tested them.

And what was the result?

My vision got much better

since I'm spending more time in my pod, right?

Are they really, Misha?

We were just playing chess in your pod, and you barely...

I can do my job.

With respect, that's not your call. It's mine.

I'll update Ground on the water system and get a second opinion.

It will take them 30 minutes to tell you what I just said.

Then that gives Ram plenty of time to conduct another exam.

Assuming Misha's eye exam checks out okay,

we'll start the process unless we hear otherwise.

Matt, hi. How are you?

Okay, so...

The WRS is shot.

Misha wants to pull the DA from the backup.

I'm waiting on the recommendation from Ground, but you're the one I trust.

God, I hate this.

I hate that I can't talk to you.

I just wanna hear your voice telling me everything's gonna be okay.

I miss you guys.

Give Lex a hug for me.

And, um...

And please, please let me know.

Thanks.

Come on.

How's that left hand, buddy?

Travis, what are you doing here?

Well...

System finally caught on to me. Seems I've reached optimal recovery.

I'm down to two hours of PT a week in this joint.

Yeah, they told me the same thing,

but I refuse to believe it,

so I'm pulling as many hours on my own as I can.

- Without a therapist? - Yep.

Wow.

Yeah, it's been ten months since my injury.

I'm in what they call the acceptance phase.

- I'm sorry to hear that, man. - Hey, acceptance has its merits.

- You remember that OT, Veronica? - Mmm.

She took me out to look at all this adaptive equipment

to get me back up on the horse,

and we ended up going for a ride together.

And the rest is history.

Man, that is... Wow, I'm happy for you.

You should come riding with us sometime. Bring that daughter of yours.

- That sounds great. We'd love that. - Yeah.

So, uh, how about you?

- How are you doing, Matt? - Uh, I'm... I'm good.

I'm happy to be... home.

Back to normal. You know, the new normal.

- With a wife floating through space? - Yeah, that too.

You know, completely normal.

- -

Speaking of space, this is Emma. One sec.

Matt, hi. How are you?

So, the WRS is shot.

I'm sorry, Travis, but I gotta run.

- Is everything okay? - No.

So, you got clutch, throttle, brake.

Clutch, throttle, brake.

And the clutch has to be in when the bike is in gear.

Clutch in. Got it.

Start off with just a little throttle.

Too much, you'll fly and land on your back.

Roger that.

Does your dad know you're riding?

What?

I'll take that as a "No, he does not."

My dad doesn't need to know everything.

You ready?

- Yep. - Let's see what you got.

And just take it slow. Stay in first until you're comfortable.

Okay.

Whoa. She's gonna be good.

Her mom's an astronaut.

Okay, fifth row from the bottom.

Uh, first letter, O.

Then...

I mean, he's close enough.

Close isn't good enough.

No. Ah, it's D! D. Sorry.

- Now he's guessing. - Next, V.

Then, N...

- Z... R... -

Eh...

Next, H, V...

D, S...

Z.

And the next row down?

S, H, Z...

O, K.

Commander, good enough?

- We've just heard back from Ground. - And?

They are recommending we remove the backup DA and repair the prime,

but they suggest we first give Misha an eye exam.

That's a very timely recommendation.

What do you recommend?

Well...

Ram is good with technology, and he's also a surgeon.

He removes healthy heart from backup.

I'm in charge of prime.

Basically, I'm prepping the patient for transplant.

Lu keeps track of the pieces.

Very important. There's hundreds of them. We can't lose any.

But Lu is perfectly anal...

for the mission, in a good way.

Yes, I am.

That's it.

I want, uh, Kwesi acting as your assistant,

as a second set of eyes.

Given that our lives are at stake, I'm taking every precaution.

Sure. Sure.

Let's hope you're a better assistant engineer than a puppet actor.

- Well, this should be fun. - Let's get to work.

He wasn't lying.

Ten liters.

It's only half the water the prime puts out.

That's why we're fixing the prime.

So, I'm okay to take this offline?

'Cause once I do, this bag is the only water we'll have.

There's enough water in there for two days.

This repair will be over in two hours. Shut it down.

Okay.

That's quite the system.

One hundred seventy-three nuts, bolts, and screws.

That's what we need to remove to transplant the DAs.

Misplacing a single one could mean disaster.

And organization comforts me.

I'd hate to see the inside of your closet.

Okay.

I have faith in you, Misha.

Thank you, Kwesi.

Are you not gonna say a prayer? For success?

Oh, of course.

Okay, so this is a good time.

Right.

I would join you, but to be honest,