"Yeah. Watch my form." Derek pulled his bottom lip thoughtfully through his teeth before dropping into stance, fists at ready. Then, with precision, he landed several right-handed punches on the punching bag, all the same, all repetitive just so that Reid could see his movements. As he did this, he spoke. "So the theory is that clones of us get sent back home. You think they get there with all of our memories, experiences, motivations? All of that?"