ðeɪ fˈaɪnd ðɛmsˈɛlvz ɪnðə pˈæθ əvə wˈeɪvfɹʌnt ʌv ɡɹˈeɪ ɡˈuː, ænd fˈɪts sɚpɹˈaɪzᵻz tɹˈɪks baɪ bˌiːɪŋ kwˈaɪt kˈiːn tʊ ɪnvˈɛstᵻɡˌeɪt ðə mˈɪstɚɹi.
They find themselves in the path of a wavefront of grey goo, and Fitz surprises Trix by being quite keen to investigate the mystery.