We all grow up fantasizing about finding true love
with a knight in shining armor and living happily ever after. But that’s all it is. Fantasy. Are you okay? Fear not. 
I’ve been thrown much further by much faster horses 
than your steel steed. Not a scratch on him. But apparently he believes
he’s a 14th-century knight. Sir Cole Christopher
Frederick Lyons of Norwich. -At your service.
-Oh, boy. This is all my fault. Where are they playing 
that lyrical medley? On the radio. I’m gonna help him 
till his memory comes back. What if he’s dangerous? Trust me. He’s harmless. First thing we should do 
is update your wardrobe by at least a few centuries. Greetings. Greetings.
I’ll let you get dressed. You know time travel
isn’t a real thing, right? I have traveled here,
and it matters not if I understand how. A knight is sworn
to valor and virtue. We’ll give aid 
to those who seek it. Claire! -Claire!
-Just stay where you are! But I fear I must return home. Do you really think going along
with his little delusion is helping the situation? Who are we to tell him
he’s not who he says he is? You sure you’re not a witch? What if Cole really is 
who he says he is? What if there are things 
beyond our comprehension? I would say you both need 
to get your heads examined. -You don’t have to go.
-I have no choice. Wherever you are, that’s the only place 
I want to be. No one can control 
their own destiny. Nice catch. Steady now, my lady.