And Rousseau listens patiently, even attentively as Jefferson tells her about Grace and her unfortunate curse. Then he's pleading, and though her eyes are largely focused on driving, she does make the effort to meet his gaze for a moment so he knows he's being heard.

"People aren't simply 'brought here', Jefferson." But rather than an argument, it sounds like bad news she'd rather not be delivering. "I'm not here to lie to you, to act as though this was the only life you've ever led. I won't be claiming you're delusional. I can't imagine anything worse than losing your daughter in a place where no one will acknowledge you had one to start with." A pause as she flicks on her turn signal and rounds a corner, the hospital coming into sight. "I'm telling the truth when I say that until you woke up here, we hadn't the slightest clue that you were from anywhere but here, on this Earth. We don't know who or what brought you here, but it wasn't us. Not even the pinnacle of our technology could pluck a man from across the boundaries of our reality."