doesn't know where she's from.
You think that's real?
I sent her for a head CT,
but my guess is that it's dissociative amnesia.
Something traumatic happened,
and her brain is protecting itself.
What, something traumatic like a plane crash?
I don't see how that's possible.
She doesn't have a scratch on her.
There she is!
Wasn't so scary, was it?
Man: Oh, she did great.
Super brave.
Thanks.
Well, everything looks great.
You are a perfectly healthy girl.
Can I go home?
I would love that.
Where's home?
[ Telephone rings in distance ]
[ Indistinct announcement over P.A. ]
[ Chuckles nervously ]
That's a great choice.
Maybe Jo can stay with you
until you fall asleep, hmm?
Yeah.
I can absolutely do that.
I'm hoping the memory will come back
in the next day or so.
Yeah. Thanks. Yeah.
[ Siren wails in distance ]
[ Sighs ]
Oh, I, uh, stopped by the vending machine
while they were looking inside your head.
You know candy?
[ Chuckles softly ] Okay.
It's good to know you remember
the really important stuff.
Let's see.
What color?
Let me see.
Guess.
[ Inhales sharply ]
Red.
Yellow.
Again?
Yellow.
Mnh. Green.
Ugh.
Not fair.
It's not my fault that you're bad at this game.
[ Candy pieces rattle ]
Red.
I mean purple. Purple.
Okay, I'm gonna give this to you...
Yes! ...this one time.
But you really need to practice, okay,
'cause you're terrible at this. [ Indistinct shouting in distance ]
Can we do another one?
Um, you know what?
You can practice by yourself, but don't have too many,
and I will be right back.
Okay? Stay here.
Officer: Doctor, you are interfering...
Abby: You don't have any right...
...with a federal investigation.
...to her private medical files! What is this?
They're demanding to speak with her
and look at her chart. Okay.
Hi. I'm Police Chief Jo Evans.
Who are you?
Sir, you will be in federal lockup tonight
if you don't get out of my way.
Let's see how that goes for you.
NTSB doesn't have arrest authority. I do.
Escort these men out of here.
Listen, why don't we just go down to the waiting room,
and then you guys can tell me what the hell's going on.
Okay? Abby: She's gone!
♪
Jo: Station teams at every exit.
This is a code yellow. Female aged 10.
I want eyes on everyone coming and going.
Brown hair, blue eyes. Be systematic.
Every room. Every floor. Go.
Frankie, I need you to look at the security footage
for the last hour.
Lopez, I want radio cars along Route 25,
and issue an Amber Alert.
Harbor's not far. Kid could have fallen in.
Yeah, call the Marine Unit.
Tell them to get a boat out there. [ Cellphone buzzes ]
Evans.
Hey, uh, Chief, I'm -- I'm still at the crash site,
and, uh... NTSB is here?
Yeah, I know. I'm aware of that, Chris.
Yeah, no, no. It's -- It's, uh --
It's kind of a different NTSB.
And nobody knows who those first guys were.
♪
[ Keys clacking ]
[ Engine sputtering ]
Come on!
God, you got to be kidding me.
[ Keys clack, sputtering stops ]
♪
[ Heartbeat pounding ] What?
[ Engine starts, siren chirps ]
Don't be mad. [ Gasps ] 00:03:58.280,00:00:00.000 [ Breathing heavily ]