"And you. It's been awhile. This is my First Officer, Lieutenant-Commander Susan Ivanova. Susan, Dr. Stephen Franklin, our new Medical Chief of Staff."
"He's really looking forward to working with the president. It's a great opportunity."
"Sinclair."
"All right. One my way."
"Okay, what have we got?"
"How long before it comes out of hyperspace?"
"Any response yet?"
"I'm going to try to link up with the ship. If I can't make it, you'll have to blow that ship before it hits."
"First Contact Protocol, Lieutenant-Commander. Only when conditions present a clear and present danger. If this is a new technology... a new race, I want that ship intact."
"Coordinating vectors for grapple."
"Closing in... twenty feet,... ten,... five. Activating grapple."
"Negative contact on grapple."
"Activating grapple . . . I'm not getting it."
"If I don't get it on the next pass, you'll have to destroy it."
"Got it! Heading for flight bay. Tell Dr. Franklin to have the med bay standing by. Assuming the pilot's still alive, we may have his first patient."
"Ambassador Delenn."
"Barely. Just got him into the isolab in time. His ship was pretty banged up; carbon scoring all over the place."
"One more hit and it would have cracked like an egg. Can't tell from the damage if it was raiders or something else. We were able to analyze the atmosphere in his ship for the isolab, but that's all. We have no idea who he is or what he is or where he came from."
"We'll take all the help we can get."
"How's he doing?"
"Have you finished going over his ship?"
"NO! What are you doing! What's the matter with you?"
"You're not making any sense. Why? Why should we kill him?"
"Then educate me."
"Delenn, I've known you almost two years and I've never seen you react so violently before."
"Why? What do they get out of it?"
"I think word's gotten out about our friend down in the isolab."
"I'm going to ask you again to identify yourself. Who are you? . . . Where are you from? . . . What's happened to your ship?"
"We checked the med lab records, the stabbing took place at exactly 11:02:13; your reactions at exactly that moment show you knew he was dying. How?"
"Did you come here for his soul? Oh we've heard, if that's what you're wondering. I've never met a Soul Hunter before. Don't know if I should believe any of this or not."
"I don't blame him. Who wants to admit to being a thief, a stealer of souls."
"And what do you do with these souls... after you've saved them?"
"Not yet. What is it between you and the Minbari?"
"Can he leave here without a breather unit?"
"He'll need a guard."
"I'll have somebody from Security here within the hour."
"Personally, I don't believe you can do what you say, but your presence here is disrupting this station and causing tension among the alien population. They consider you to be a clear and present danger, and I have no reason to question their judgment. You can stay in the isolab until your ship is repaired and you're fit to travel. As soon as that happens, I want you off this station. Any questions?"
"He's all yours, Doctor."
"How's the guard doing?"
"Any idea where the Hunter is now?"
"Anything inside?"
"My guess is he'll head to the Alien Sector assuming he hasn't already done so. He'd draw too much attention elsewhere."
"Delenn says these Hunters are drawn to death. The more important the person who's about to die, the more they're drawn to it."
"Two Soul Hunters? Did somebody book a convention without telling me? . . . All right. Patch me through. This is commander Jeffrey Sinclair of Babylon 5, please identify yourself."
"And if we refuse access?"
"We'll clear you for docking. We'll link instructions directly to your nav system. If I may ask, who are you here to see?"
"I'm not so sure. There was something in his voice. Not aggressive, nervous."
"Sorry."
"Yes."
"That's right. Why?"
"You said you had to warn me."
"And his solution?"
"Delenn!"
"There's not going to be a death. Not if I can help it."
"Here! You say you can sense death. You're drawn toward death. Here! Show me!?
"All right. Search by quarters. You two take the section below. Garibaldi, you take this level. I'll go topside."
"Delenn...Delenn."
"Delenn. Delenn."
"How's she doing?"
"Yes. Something."
"I'm not sure. I don't know if I'll ever be sure."
"You should rest."
"Who was right?"
"Delenn?"
"Yeah, but I'll bet you half a year's salary she doesn't finish that sentence."
"Computer. Keyword search. Minbari language. Designated key word... what was it? Satai."
"Why would a member of the ruling body be assigned ambassadorial duties? That's like assigning the Vice-president?"
"No. Not now. It can wait. There's always time."
"Delenn lost a lot of blood. But Dr. Franklin thinks he's got the situation under control."
"I have a message for you and your brothers: Babylon 5 is off limits to Soul Hunters. I know you're doing what you think is best, but I can't allow it. Not on my station."
"Life's full of mysteries. Consider this one of them."