(whooshing) (gasping)
-: An angel appeared to them, surrounded by pillars of fire.
-: The angelic being
they worship on Terralysium.
It appeared to me on the asteroids.
-: Spock drew these signals two months
before they appeared to us. (suspenseful music)
-: Your brother called it the Red Angel.
That vision changed him forever.
-: It wasn't because of a vision, it was because of me.
-: It's trying to send us a message.
(whooshing) Its final act was to save us.
-: We have recorded everything it has seen and experienced.
-: The angel is humanoid and wearing an exosuit,
made of future technology we've never seen.
(blasts) -: I believe this is connected
to the Red Angel.
-: Computer, search database for matches
with the following numbers, seven four nine one four eight.
-: Identification Talos IV.
-: Where are you taking us, Spock?
-: He knew you'd be able to help him.
-: We wish to view the entire conflict
between the two of you during childhood.
-: Can you see me?
-: Yes, captain.
I found Spock.
Spock is innocent.
-: Commander.
-: What is Airiam doing?
-: Trying to restore Admiral Cornwell's access to control.
-: No, she's not, stop her.
Now! (dramatic music)
-: (grunts) The data's like a roadmap
for Control to become fully conscious.
-: The file is called Project Daedalus.
-: Those are the last words Airiam said to me.
-: The file also contains a bio neural signature
of the Red Angel. (mysterious music)
Michael, it's you.
-: We've been trying to track her by the signals,
asking when she might appear somewhere,
but what we should have been asking is why.
-: When Michael's life was in danger,
her guardian Red Angel intervened.
-: Which means I have to be the bait.
The place doesn't have breathable atmosphere.
We set a trap, I go down, you let me start to suffocate.
(screams)
(whooshing) (exclaiming)
Mom?
This is like a dream.
-: Did you delete the archive?
You have to let me go.
It's the only way each of us has a chance to survive.
-: The crystal.
This is why we have it, to take the data out of this time.
So Control can never get it. (dramatic, hopeful music)
Discovery has to go to the future.
-: You're leaving, forever?
-: That is correct.
To ensure the sphere data remains out of Leland's reach,
Michael must remain in the future.
(electronic whirring)
-: Whoa. (whooshing)
(crashes) -: Burnham to Discovery.
I'm setting for the Beta Quadrant Terralysium,
930 years from this launch point.
That should take us where we need to go.
-: Let's go.
(whizzes) (dramatic, triumphant music)
(engine whirring)