Jesus... [ He can feel the tension headache coming right between his eyes. His fingers pinch the bridge of his nose, but it doesn't help. The only thing that woudl help is if this whole situation ended up from bizarrely vivid fever dream that the crew could just all gather around and laugh at. But that sure ain't happening. ] Who ever these bastards are, they've got some serious juice behind them to pluck us from that far in space and—What's the st—The date. What's the date when you're from?