In which this isn’t a summary because we’ve just returned to a grand precedent of naming episodes with reckless pretension and I love it.
In which Burnham faces her reputation, pieces together a puzzle, and remembers what optimism feels like.
In which Burnham rattles some spoons, goes on the hunt, and faces the consequences.
In which Star Trek is Back and I’m Doing It because I a) Can’t wait and b) Want to take in the world as it’s being built. I’ll be doing Discovery Friday from here on.