にー：Couldn't stay away.
ぴー：Well, not agter frantic distress text you left my wife.
えり：Neal, Mozzie.
もじ：Good to see you, Mrs. Suit.
ぴー：I may have solved the sundial code.
There's a symbpl for each season next to the time.
Using these mirrors, we can re-create the seasonal offset.
もじ：Oh, a sextant.
ぴー：It was a birthday gift from my lovely wife...
that she said I'd never get a chance to use.
えり：How did I not foresee this?
ぴー：What's the first time?
もじ：Four-thirty.
ぴー：In the spring.
もじ：Yeah, but not the government-forced daylight savings 4:30.
Ther real 4:30.
ぴー：Hon, if you would stand right about here is good.
And, Mr. Conspiracy, if you could stand right about here.
And not move. Good.
Okay, honey, hold it a little higher and to your right.
That's it. Good. Swivel it towards...All right, honey.
That's it. Right there.
にー：It's pointing to the letter B.
ぴー：We're onto something.
