Rip is pretty sure he stops breathing the minute Miranda appear on the screen. The smug smirk plastered on the Pilgrim’s face makes it worst. He ignores the confused looks the rest of his crew send his way and focuses on his wife’s face. His formerly dead wife. Miranda stares back, her jaw clenched – whether it’s in pain or irritation, Rip doesn’t know – and her expression blank. And even though he knows that she isn’t technically ‘his’ Miranda, his heart clenches at the sight of her and the corner twists upward into half a smile.
The recording comes to an end and Rip already has an half-formed plan in his mind. It might not be the best and fool-proved he has ever think ever, but at least he would manage to save his crew’s younger selves, as well as Miranda. At least, for now.