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[Priya completes the voicemail.]

Priya: ...come to Grant at the full moon. We'll be there. Goodbye, sweetie. Good luck. I love you.

[She turns to the bed again. Outside, the alien fighters are in formation.]

Priya: You're sure?

[The figure in the bed answers. Their face is obscured by shadow.]

????: I'm positive. She can do it.

[Priya holds her chest, choking up.

Priya: My baby girl...

[Shot from outside. A wavy, psychedelic aura shimmers across the panel.]