"I don't like any of this. This makes me queasy. Hmm. When is a cloud doing 50,000 feet? When is a cloud not a cloud? When it's an alien spaceship. It looks like Independence Day. Oil? Oh, it's like nanites. Yeah. Nanites? Yeah. What does that mean for us in the silo? I need more information before I develop theories. Hmm. I'm with you. A little. A little. I want to talk about it now. I'm sorry, your sister's dead. No, she's not. Jessica Brown Findlay's dead. They're going to say she's dead, but she's not. Just like Tim Robbins."