Eh, Scully, if I'm not mistaken, we're gonna be taking a left up here... eh, there's an intersection up here, you're gonna wanna... Scully! You're gonna, wanna...! You just... ran a stop sign back there, Scully.
(final report): We are but visitors on this rock, hurdling through time and space 60,000 miles an hour, tethered to a burning sphere by an invisible force in an unfathomable universe. Most of us take that for granted, while refusing to believe these forces have any more effect on us than a butterfly beating its wings halfway around the world. Or the two girls born on the same date, at the same time, in the same place might not find themselves the unfortunate focus of similar unseen forces. Converging like the planets themselves into burning pinpoints of cosmic energy, whose absolute gravity would threaten to swallow and consume everything in its path. Or maybe the answer lies even further from our grasp.