Russell: Lay her on the table and leave us.

The guards lay Clarke on the table

Simone: What is this?

Russell: Cillian was the traitor. He offed himself but not before using the paralytic on Clarke.

Simone: Russell, why haven't you used the antidote?

Russell: You know why. She has the blood. Tell me not to do this, and I won't, Simone.

Simone: Jade is back. Rose is dead.

Russell: Okay. So here's the math. There are no more hosts. It was 14 years between Rose and Delilah--14 years. Josie's still third in line. That means her host won't be born for at best 35 years. Another 21 until her brain is ready. We can wait 56 years for our baby girl's naming day, or we can get her back tonight. All we have to do is kill this innocent girl.

Simone: I'll prep for insertion. You clear the host.

Russell: I'm sorry, Clarke. I truly am. Shh. Please don't cry. Please. I promise you won't feel pain. The mind of the host is erased, but the brain is left unharmed. You're giving us such a gift, Clarke, sacraficing your body so that someone else might live.

Simone: Hey. Listen to me. This was meant to be. After 236 years, just as we're on the brink of mortality, a ship arrives carrying this perfect vessel. This was meant to be.

Russell: No more fighting, Clarke. Be at peace. A better place, just like you said you wanted. Thank you for this.

Simone: Here she comes. Brain activity returning. Administering the antidote to the paralytic now.

Josephine wakes in Clarke’s body screaming as the last thing she remembers is being pushed off a ledge and falling to her death in her previous vessel.

Russell: Josephine? Josephine, can you hear me? Blink if you can hear me, sweetheart. It's okay. You're not falling. You're safe.

Simone: I hate this part. It never gets any easier.

Russell: Breathe. Breathe, my beautiful baby girl. In.

Clarke as Josephine: Dad?

Russell: Yeah, yeah.

Clarke as Josephine: Mom?

Simone: Oh, my God.

Russell: Welcome home, baby.

Simone: The sutures are holding. But take it slow.

Josephine walks to the mirror and admires Clarke’s, now her body, the mind drive worked, Josephine was in control though Clarke was still in there because of the neural mesh she had ruining the mind wipe. Clarke was in a dark blue dress which did show off some cleavage, Josephine thought the beautiful dress Clarke picked was ugly but she was too infatuated with Clarke’s body to say anything at the moment. Josephine played with her hair, a habit she carried over from her original body and through all her vessels.

Russell: Stop with the hair.

Josephine smirked still admiring her new body

Clarke as Josephine: Now this, I can work with.