You're getting a little ahead of yourself on this one, Mark. Although you've done an admirable job surviving thus far, you've got to admit that you're fighting a losing battle—Mars is the god of war, after all. Your only hope is to run away before it's too late.

Robert's in a tough position. On one hand, he just wants his old lady to be home, presumably so they can snuggle in bed and listen to "Dancing Queen" on repeat. On the other, he wants to respect her space. Commander Lewis doesn't seem like the type of woman who would budge either way.