[Technology, freaky witch-magic, tomato, tamahto, blah blah blah blahblah. He gets the gist, though. More or less. With a few flawed assumptions about the world thrown in to make it all work in his head.]

So let me get this straight.

[Flynn holds his palms parallel to one another over one side of the table, then switches them to over another part of the table, concentrating on the motion.]

The only thing between us... and here... is our anchor.

[He glances at Nathan, checking to see if he's got this right so far.]

We smash the anchor, we all go home! Oh, no -- better still -- we smash the anchor for our charming kidnapper and never hear from him again. Am I getting this right so far?