lincoln ! over here!
what? you don't recognize me?
you and your expressions, lincoln. now sit down and ask me where i've been.
at the medical center. just for tests but they had me on liquid nutrition.
that's not the exciting part. i got my first trimester report: happy, healthy and contaminant-free.  both of us.
my baby.  it's in perfect condition. i just hope i can keep it that way. i still have six months to delivery.
why? will you miss me?
okay. but this is the last time.
what is it?
don't worry. your time will come.
six months of mood swings, sore back and swollen feet. want to trade places?
lincoln? i missed you at breakfast.
i just wanted to check we're still on for tonight. the interact.
i'll see you then. enjoy your day!
i t ' s okay. i was waiting to tell you something anyway. guess what?
m y baby - i felt it move. and it's the weirdest feeling too. i can't explain it. it's like being more.  more h e r e . lincoln returns a deadpan look. ester's smile wavers a little.
i'm sorry. i'm all excited and we're supposed to be finding peace of mind.
s o i'll see you at breakfast tomorrow?
did i do something wrong, lincoln?
accept. the etherscreen resolves lincoln's face, dishevelled, urgent-
lincoln ? are you okay? i was worried.
the contamination warning. somebody said you'd been exposed.
is it true? were you contaminated?
please . . . don't come any closer. i don't want to get contaminated.
but they said.
what do you mean?
you're not making sense.
m y baby? why would they do that?
you're scaring me, lincoln.  i want to go back now.
don't hurt him!
lincoln?
w h e r e did all the green go? lincoln looks deep into her troubled eyes. he answers gently-
is it?
i'm hungry.
p l e a s e . . . please, i want to go back.  she shrinks into the shadows, shaking her head. the hatchling wanting to return to the nest. lincoln meets her eye, deeply-
lincoln , what is that? on your face?
m y throat.  it feels dry.
i can't.  i can't breathe.  my throat.  it's so.  dry.
n o . . . no, it isn't.
an d then what, lincoln?
an d then what? what if they find us?
i can't.  i can't run anymore.
the island.  you mean, the island?
don't go yet. stay with me, lincoln. stay with me for a little while.
what are you looking for?
l o o k at this.
lincoln ! no!
the man back there.  who looked like you.  does it mean i have someone too?
he has marks on his face like us.
is this.  is this place the island? lincoln answers with a softly negating look. ester's face slowly falls, the energy draining from her eyes. she lowers onto one of the mats and lies down, huddling. she looks up to him, wheezing-
i'm tired. let me rest for a while.
i feel better after i sleep.
i can make it.
we have to.  get to.  the island.
we have to.  get to.
you look tired, lincoln.
i t ' s okay. i know. katherine told me. she sits up, lowering her mask. her hand finding his.
she told me a lot of things. about how they used a tiny part of her to make me. she said it wasn't so very different.
f r o m this.  from having a baby.
she told me how they use us.  and i keep thinking.  about the others.  the ones we left behind, about how they'll never know.  how they'll.
i'm going to be okay, lincoln.
i t ' s the name of his father. she lovingly kisses him. lincoln smiles at her, then the baby, sweeping the hair from the forehead. unscarred, blemishless.