Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm a mom... it's my job. Now turn it off.
Steady.
36 of them are large enough to support atmospheres.
- I must repair you. - No! Wait!
a spatial anomaly of some kind.
Kids, strap in!
- Marcus, help! Marcus! - Ty!
Where's Mom?
Oh, my God, if I have to come back there one more time,
I can't just sit here and watch him die.
Come on, dead guy, get up.
I have noticed that many other families
Well, anyway,
Evidently, an indigenous life-form.
You want to improve relations?
- So there is dysonium? - Indeed.
Are you unwell?
we got to follow them.
- No, Bortus, it's not... it's... - Sir?
You may release me now.
desperate, violent.
What? No.
Stop it! Stop it!
Negative, Commander, but I am detecting
What was that thing?
Oh, Captain, we're just installing
- No response. - All right, stand by.
"underneath the root of a very big fir tree."
Back at Union Point, we called that a glory hole.
I thought you'd like to know, Ty's gonna make a full recovery.
Isaac!