It...ended...?

[Her brows furrow in deep thought. No, the world didn't end yet, even if just yesterday it looked like it was about to. And that...weapon, or whatever it was, hadn't been activated yet.

Rita has gotten a sense that the people onboard are different--more different than a regular group of random strangers. But alternate worlds, parallel universes, time travel? That's all too philosophical for her. They have no bearing on reality. But all this seems real enough... (maybe she's just aersick after yesterday...?)

She could easily spend far too much time thinking it over, and over, and over, so it's probably a good thing that Clarke's question pulls her from her thoughts.]

Nothing as...final as that.

[She almost feels uncomfortable saying it. This girl was supposed to die? Rita makes a face to banish that thought.]

After I'd finished on that magic formula, it was already morning, so... There was something else I had to do and I was on my way to the city gate. And then it was like--I was just here. I woke up, like you.

It doesn't make much sense.