Depending on how you look at it, everything is random on Westward. Or nothing is. -e
FRANCIS: We’ve followed one of the Escherspace tunnels. Selected more or less at random, I assume. The next step is to determine where it’s taken us.
AMILA: Strange, isn’t it? Two years ago, we thought we were trailblazing. Now we’re following someone else’s footprints, navigating with charts mapped in another epoch.
DISEMBODIED VOICE: Lazarus… Lazarus…! Lazarus.
DAN: Lazarus! Hey, Laz, wake up, cadet!