A robed figure, Azdi, walks down an ancient tunnel and kneels before an altar. A Stone rests upon the altar and Azdi addresses it, saying that it's been a year since it last granted him a vision. He thanks it for its gift of the future and then grasps it, and sees a future where Sinbad stands over him with a bloody knife. Azdi releases the Stone in shock and goes back to the temple. His son Riff asks what future he saw and Azdi tells him that he has seen the face of the man who will kill him...Read the full recap
Cook: You're starting to sound like those crazy stone people.
Sinbad: Stone people? What, statues?
Cook: The Order of the Stone. Don't you people know anything?
Gunnar: We know when you're trying to pass rat off as chicken. Again.
Rina: I've often thought, with his muscles, your brain, and my light fingers, there isn't a vault in the land that would stand a chance.
Gunnar: Not forgetting Cook's deadly cuisine.
Gunnar: You're setting us up, I know it. Ten seconds.
Riff: No, please!
Gunnar: That's how long you've got to tell us the truth or I'll snap your windpipe like rice paper!
Riff: I'm telling the truth!
Gunnar: Four! Three! Two! One!
Riff: No! I just need your help!
Gunnar: (casually releases him) He's telling the truth.
Sinbad: Sorry, but we had to be sure. We've walked into traps before.
Rina: It's our specialty.
Tiger: You have the chance to neutralize your enemy, you take it.
Sinbad: That's the difference between you and me. You think we're enemies. I think we're just getting to know each other.
Cook: Sinbad, tell me.
Sinbad: I can't let myself believe what I saw.
Sinbad: The Stone shattered and in each fragment, each shard, I saw so many features. Some I was a king, some I was a fool. I was rich, I was poor. I was in love... I was heartbroken. But there was one future that stood out, one that shone brighter than all the others. An unnatural sky above a vast, decaying city. And my brother... alive. In my arms.
Cook: I know what you saw. The Land of the Dead.
Sinbad: So is it possible? Can I go there? I can see him again?
Cook: Sinbad. The futures you see, they're all true. They're for you to decide. They're blank, unwritten, waiting. They're your tomorrow.