(The sudden, menacing little boy with glowy hair badly startles wheelchair!Claudia.)
Ghh—...! W-wwwait, I-I—... 'm trying t-to hhhhelp...
(Park is out cold, doing nothing but breathing.)
...No, that—... That was the science, and we were doing it, and it was—...
(Goes quiet a moment, fumbling for words.)
(Claudia Prime finally seems to be getting the upper hand, and now has Simón pinned.)
RRRRGHHHH—!!
NGHHH—!
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019... Caroline? What do you mean?
-Gracia looks... solemn-
-Concerned, but it's not the same unreserved reassurance she was giving before-
-Yvette holds up his hands-
Wait, she's on our side, she's freeing him!
-Then spots Claudia Prime, the worst Prime, about to pin her dog friendo-
No! No way!
-He charges in and throws a boot into her gut, with all his might-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

-Gracia pats Caroline gently, holding her closer, rubbing her cheek against hers-
It's okay... you're not in trouble... you didn't know they'd capture you...
-Yvette watches Sad!Claudia get to work, speaking encouragingly-
Good... good, you're doing great... just... keep going...
-He sure doesn't sound like a she any more. His voice has a masculine depth, a metallic reverb that wasn't there before-
-He looks up to Claudia Prime and Simon, concerned-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?