It wasn’t some grand plan - Beckett was there and unsurprisingly I wasn’t at 100% brainpower. I just. Knew he would.

If we had time and a good supply of meds and I didn’t have to be carried on a goddamn stretcher, I’d have toughed it out. With a lot of complaining, but still. We just don’t have the resources, and hell, what would we do if you were carting my ass around and BOOM, anomaly?