Marsden: You have a beautiful voice.
Myka: Someone once told me I have the voice of a barmaid.
Marsden: He doesn’t hear you.
come on, come on, don’t leave me like this
I thought I had you figured out
can’t breathe whenever you’re gone
can’t turn back now, I’m haunted.
Welcome to Warehouse 13. We take the dangerous and unexplained and lock it away right here. Your job: hunt down whatever is threatening to ruin the world’s day. Snag it, bag it, and tag it.