Seven: Naomi Wildman. State your purpose here.
Naomi: I was waiting for you. Kadis-kot, remember? Our weekly game?
Seven: Reschedule for tomorrow. I'm working now.
Naomi: Redecorating isn't work.
Seven: Esthetics are irrelevant. I'm modifying the alcove to function as a cortical processing sub-unit.
Naomi: That was my next guess.
Seven: Then I won't need to explain its purpose.
Naomi: Okay, you win. What do you do with a cortical processing er
Seven: Sub-unit. On Borg vessels, there's one in each Unimatrix. It downloads newly assimilated data to the drones.
Naomi: But Voyager isn't a Borg vessel, and you're not a drone anymore.
Seven: Voyager collects a great deal of information. Sensor scans, navigational projections, engineering updates, away team reports, scientific analyzes.
Naomi: The results of our Kadis-kot tournament?
Seven: That, too. The crew must read and study this information. An inefficient procedure. These data nodes are downloading the information into the alcove.
Naomi: Which is going to download it into you.
Seven: Precisely. In a matter of hours, I will assimilate several months worth of data.
Naomi: Can I try it sometime?
Seven: Your physiology is different from mine.
Naomi: Guess I'll stick to reading my lessons and listening to Neelix tell stories.
Seven: I will see you tomorrow.
Naomi: Can I watch? Okay, tomorrow.
Computer: Warning. Plate is hot.
Janeway: Now you tell me. You go for authenticity and what do you get? Second-degree burns.
Janeway: ( I've been slaving over that replicator program for hours. What was this bizarre rumor I heard about half the crew on deck five getting pregnant?
Chakotay: Oh, that. The Doctor was running generational projections on the Sickbay computer. Tom Paris happened to glance at the monitor and jumped to conclusions. Wasn't long before Neelix was asking me if he could turn Cargo Bay one into a nursery.
Janeway: Word travels fast on this ship, hmm?
Chakotay: Warp ten. Oh, by the way, I meant to tell you. There's a Class K nebula twenty five light years off starboard. We should take a look.
Janeway: A major detour for a minor nebula.
Chakotay: We are explorers, remember?
Janeway: Permission granted.
Janeway: Main course. A recipe I've never tried. But we are explorers, remember.
Computer: Regeneration cycle complete.
Seven: Seven of Nine to Lieutenant Torres. Lieutenant Torres, respond.
Torres: Good morning, Seven. This better be important.
Seven: I must speak with you at once.
Janeway: I'm picking up some interesting graviton fluctuations about ten light years away.
Tuvok: Can you be more specific?
Janeway: Not at this distance. Tom, alter course. I want to take a closer look.
Paris: Chakotay had his heart set on that nebula we're headed for.
Janeway: He'll have to wait.
Torres: Captain, I need permission to shut down the sensor grid. Seven thinks a couple of insects are disrupting the power flow.
Seven: A mating pair of photonic fleas, to be more accurate, and possibly their offspring.
Janeway: And how did you arrive at this theory?
Seven: Last night, I downloaded six months of ship status reports into my new cortical sub-unit while I was regenerating.
Paris: Learn while you sleep. I tried that once, It gave me a headache.
Janeway: Go on.
Seven: Eight weeks ago, an away team encountered a Kartelan freighter carrying supplies from sector four nine two, a territory that included a former Talaxian colony. Mister Neelix used the opportunity to acquire twelve kilograms of amber spice, a delicacy among his people.
Torres: What does that have to do with the sensor grid?
Seven: On the same day, Ensign Kim was repairing a replicator in the Mess hall.
Kim: I remember that. Neelix told me to stick around and try something he was cooking.
Seven: No doubt made with the amber spice, which contained the larvae of the photonic fleas.
Torres: How could you possibly know that?
Seven: Because I also downloaded data regarding their life cycles. The larvae flew out of the spice jar in search of their primary source of nourishment, plasma particles. The conduits within the nearby sensor grid contain an unlimited supply of these particles. Ensign Kim had unwittingly given the creatures access by exposing the grid. The now mature creatures periodically tap into the conduit for nourishment. When they do, the sensor emitters momentarily lose their resolution.
Tuvok: A logical, though highly speculative, analysis.
Janeway: Let's find a more suitable home for them.
Kim: I'm picking up graviton fluctuations.
Janeway: Take us out of warp. On screen.
Paris: Anybody want to hazard a guess?
Tuvok: They are hailing us.
Janeway: On screen.
Tash: I recommend maximum shielding. There are a few technical issues I haven't worked out yet.
Kim: There's a massive graviton surge coming from that thing.
Tuvok: Shields to full.
Janeway: Your apparatus appears to be destabilizing.
Tash: If I don't find a way to repair this power core they'll be able to see the explosion all the way to, er, where did you say you were from?
Janeway: I didn't, but we're from a planet called Earth.
Tash: All the way to Earth.
Chakotay: Can we ask you what it's supposed to do?
Tash: Catapult a vessel across space, in the time it takes to say catapult a vessel across space. It'll make warp drive look like a wooden sledge.
Janeway: Maybe we can help you with that power core.
Tash: Hmm?
Tash: The core sends a graviton surge through the projectors which locks onto a ship and sends it hurtling into null space, to emerge a few hours later hundreds, if not thousands, of light years away.
Chakotay: I'm curious why you built this catapult.
Tash: Simple. I've been looking for a way to get home.
Kim: We know the feeling.
Tash: I'd been exploring an unstable wormhole. Before I knew it, I was here and my home planet was there. I was facing a journey of at least ten years. Instead, I decided to build a catapult.
Torres: Have you tested it yet?
Tash: Two weeks ago I sent a probe nearly six hundred light years. But it destabilized the core. I've been trying to fix it ever since.
Chakotay: We can send an Engineering team over to help you.
Tash: No, no, it's too dangerous. I wouldn't send my own crew in there.
Kim: Then we could find a way to adjust the core reaction from here.
Torres: A few well-timed graviton pulses from our deflector dish might do it.
Tash: That's generous, but I have nothing to give in return.
Janeway: We're not asking for anything in return.
Tash: You could use the catapult after I've made my jump. It should still be functional. A thousand light years won't exactly get you back to Earth.
Kim: But it would cut a few years off our trip.
Janeway: If you're successful, and if I'm satisfied a jump would be safe for Voyager, then we'll take you up on that offer. Thank you. Let's get started.
Janeway: Good morning.
Seven: Perhaps not. The alien, Mister Tash, is trying to deceive us. His catapult is the same type of technology that was used to trap Voyager in the Delta Quadrant five years ago.
Janeway: I scanned the catapult myself. Sensors didn't pick up anything unusual. You spent the night in your new alcove.
Seven: Processing the same information and cross-referencing it with Voyager's database. When the catapult destabilized yesterday, Astrometric sensors recorded a momentary burst of epsilon radiation.
Janeway: Unusual, but not unheard of.
Seven: Epsilon radiation is one the by-products of a tetryon reactor. According to your own entries in the database, your only encounter with that kind of technology occurred five years ago in the Alpha Quadrant. A coherent tetryon beam locked onto Voyager, and you were hit by a massive displacement wave, which pulled you across seventy thousand light years in a matter of minutes. The source of that tetryon beam was the Caretaker's array. Mister Tash claims that his catapult will be able to do something very similar.
Janeway: He didn't want us to send over a repair team.
Seven: Out of concern for our safety. It's obvious he was trying to hide his tetryon reactor.
Janeway: The first time we met a Caretaker, we were pulled halfway across the galaxy. The second time we were almost killed. I'm not eager for a third round.
Tash: Is this any way to treat a colleague?
Emh: Not so much as a molecule of Caretaker DNA.
Janeway: Thank you, Doctor. There's a tetryon reactor powering your catapult. You didn't want us to find it, did you? Unless you answer my questions, I'll resume course and you can ask somebody else for help.
Tash: I acquired the tetryon reactor at great cost. This territory is full of species who would do anything for such advanced technology, including steal it. I apologize for the deception, but you do understand.
Janeway: We made an agreement to cooperate. I see no reason not to continue.
Tash: Thank you, Captain.
Janeway: Keep me informed on your progress.
Janeway: That reactor had to come from somewhere. I can't just ignore the possibility of a Caretaker nearby. Keep scanning. See what you can find.
Seven: There is another possibility. The reactor may have come from the same array that brought Voyager to the Delta Quadrant.
Janeway: That's a long shot, Seven.
Seven: Maybe not. Again, according to your own reports you believed the only way to keep the array from falling into the wrong hands was to destroy it. It's possible the destruction was incomplete.
Janeway: And one of the reactors survived? We scanned for debris. There was nothing left but some fused pieces of metal alloy.
Seven: I wish to re-examine the sensor records from that event.
Janeway: In case we were mistaken?
Seven: Yes.
Janeway: Go right ahead.
Seven: Computer, describe the debris remaining after the array was destroyed.
Computer: Particulate dust and metallic fragments composed of an unknown alloy. Vapor composed of hydrogen, helium, mercury and argon.
Seven: Was there anything left of the tetryon reactor?
Computer: Negative.
Seven: Specify the yield of the tricobalt device.
Computer: Twenty thousand teracochranes.
Seven: Who programmed the device?
Computer: Commander Tuvok.
Seven: Display the detonation. Advance the image by point zero one seconds. Again.
Seven: Isolate grid three seven and magnify.
Seven: Is that a tractor beam?
Computer: Insufficient sensor data.
Seven: Identify its source.
Computer: Insufficient sensor data.
Seven: Identify the isolated section of the array.
Computer: Secondary power core.
Seven: Which contained a tetryon reactor.
Computer: Affirmative.
Seven: Commander, I've been reviewing the data on the destruction of the Caretaker's array. Unfortunately, the sensor records are incomplete.
Paris: I don't doubt it. We were being attacked by the Kazon. Half the ship's systems were down.
Seven: A single Kazon vessel.
Paris: Armed to the teeth.
Seven: Commander, you fired the tricobalt charge that destroyed the array.
Tuvok: Correct.
Seven: Under the Captain's orders. Did you also program the charge?
Tuvok: Yes.
Seven: Under the Captain's orders as well?
Tuvok: Not directly. I determined the yield.
Seven: Twenty thousand teracochranes.
Tuvok: That's correct.
Seven: According to sensor estimates of the array's hull integrity, a charge of half that yield would have been sufficient.
Tuvok: The Captain wanted nothing left for the Kazon to use. I calculated a yield certain to produce that result.
Seven: Something may have escaped the blast. One of the tetryon reactors.
Paris: But we scanned for debris.
Seven: The charge you detonated tore an opening in subspace.
Paris: And that's where the reactor went?
Seven: Yes.
Paris: How?
Seven: It was pushed there by a tractor beam.
Tuvok: Do you have evidence of a tractor beam?
Seven: Perhaps.
Tuvok: Speculation is not evidence. There was no tractor beam, because there was no ship in the vicinity to generate one, unless you can prove otherwise.
Seven: Thank you, Commander.
Neelix: Looking for a midnight snack?
Seven: I require information. I'm attempting to determine whether the catapult technology was derived from the Caretaker's array.
Neelix: So I heard. A fascinating theory. It's got my mind spinning.
Seven: How long were you in the vicinity of the array before Voyager arrived?
Neelix: About a year. Kes was on a nearby planet and, er, we were getting very close.
Seven: Did you ever encounter the Caretaker directly?
Neelix: Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no. In my opinion, any being powerful enough to grab ships from the other side of the galaxy should be avoided.
Seven: According to Voyager's database, he claimed he was searching for a genetically compatible mate. Did you believe that explanation?
Neelix: I had no reason to doubt it, though it did seem a bit excessive. I mean, all those ships.
Seven: What happened to them?
Neelix: Well, after he sampled the crew's DNA he sent them back where they came from, I suppose. You know, Kes always thought something more was going on, but she had quite an imagination.
Seven: Were there any other ships in the area after Voyager arrived?
Neelix: Only the Kazon.
Seven: But the Caretaker could have pulled in another vessel. A cloaked ship, perhaps.
Neelix: Seven, what are you getting at?
Seven: A third ship, hidden from both Voyager and the Kazon.
Neelix: What was it doing there?
Seven: Preventing the tetryon reactor from being destroyed.
Neelix: Kes was right. Something was going on.
Seven: Voyager's sensor logs were damaged in the Kazon attack. I can't be certain.
Neelix: Maybe I can help. The sensor records on my ship weren't damaged. I can give them to you.
Kim: The tetryon reaction is stable. Graviton field is set for a one hundred light year jump.
Chakotay: The catapult's locking onto him.
Tuvok: We're being hailed.
Janeway: On screen.
Tash: I'll contact you the moment I re-enter normal space. Thank you, Captain.
Janeway: My pleasure.
Kim: Catapult is at full power.
Tash: Goodbye to you all.
Tuvok: Final launch sequence has been initiated.
Kim: He's gone.
Janeway: How long before we can expect to hear from him?
Tuvok: If his vessel survived, one or two hours.
Seven: Seven of Nine to Commander Chakotay.
Chakotay: Go ahead.
Seven: I require your assistance in the Astrometrics lab.
Chakotay: On my way.
Seven: Computer, seal the doors. Deactivate all sensors within this room.
Computer: Acknowledged.
Chakotay: What's this about?
Seven: I believe Voyager's presence in the Delta Quadrant is no accident. You and the crew have been stranded here intentionally.
Chakotay: By whom?
Seven: Captain Janeway. The Captain and Tuvok were involved in a Federation conspiracy. They're in collusion with the Caretaker and possibly the Cardassians.
Chakotay: I see. And the point of this conspiracy?
Seven: I believe they're attempting to establish a military presence in the Delta Quadrant.
Chakotay: That's quite a theory. Perhaps you haven't heard of the Jankata Accord?
Seven: No species shall enter another quadrant for the purpose of territorial expansion.
Chakotay: The Federation signed it, the Cardassians signed it, and Captain Janeway would be the last person to violate it.
Seven: Improbable as it may sound, I've found compelling evidence to support my theory.
Chakotay: What kind of evidence?
Seven: I've analyzed over thirty million teraquads of data regarding Voyager's activities over the past five years. It's quite clear that we've been the victim of an elaborate deception.
Chakotay: I don't have the benefit of a cortical processor. Why don't you give me the abridged version?
Seven: In the months before Voyager's arrival, Neelix recorded the appearance of fifty two vessels, including this one.
Chakotay: A Cardassian warship.
Seven: A remarkable coincidence. Only days before Voyager's arrival, the Cardassians were already in the Delta Quadrant.
Chakotay: The Caretaker was trying to find a mate, remember? He was pulling ships from all over the galaxy.
Seven: I'm familiar with the Caretaker's actions. In each instance, he would examine the crews' DNA, and when he failed to find a genetic match he would release the vessel. But in this instance, Neelix's sensors indicated the ship vanished. Obviously, it was returned to the Alpha Quadrant. Why?
Chakotay: You seem to have all the answers.
Seven: I believe the Cardassians were sent back to deliver strategic information regarding the Delta Quadrant.
Chakotay: Conjecture.
Seven: Extrapolation.
Chakotay: I can believe the Cardassians might be involved in this, but not Starfleet.
Seven: There are precedents for unauthorized missions of this type, Commander. According to the Federation database, the Maquis were victims of several of them.
Chakotay: All right, you've got my attention. You said that Tuvok and Captain Janeway were involved. Tell me how.
Seven: At the same time the Cardassians were meeting with the Caretaker, your Maquis vessel was infiltrated with a Starfleet agent.
Chakotay: Tuvok.
Seven: Your navigator. He guided your ship to prearranged coordinates in the Badlands, where the Caretaker locked onto you. Once you were pulled into the Delta Quadrant, Tuvok could have secretly transmitted final instructions to the Caretaker. A short time later, Captain Janeway guided Voyager to the same coordinates and was also pulled into the Delta Quadrant. All of these events took place within a matter of days. I find that suspicious.
Chakotay: I'll admit the timing seems a little convenient, but that doesn't mean there was a master plan.
Seven: Why did the Captain destroy the array?
Chakotay: So the Kazon couldn't use it to attack the Ocampa.
Seven: That's what she told the crew, but I believe she intended to remain in the Delta Quadrant all along. If the Array had remained intact, you and all the others would have insisted on using it to return home.
Chakotay: She was keeping it from the Kazon.
Seven: The Captain ordered Commander Tuvok to destroy the array. He fired two tricobalt devices. Are those weapons normally carried on Federation Starships?
Chakotay: No.
Seven: Yet they were part of Voyager's arsenal. Why?
Chakotay: I can't explain that.
Seven: I can. Neither phasers nor torpedoes are capable of creating a tear in subspace. A tricobalt device is. As Tuvok detonated the device, a cloaked ship locked on to one of the array's tetryon reactors and pushed it through the tear into subspace, protecting it from the blast and hiding it from Voyager's sensors. But the Captain and Tuvok knew exactly where it was going. Once Voyager left the area, the reactor was retrieved and began a similar journey, carried by a series of vessels until it was finally delivered to Mister Tash.
Chakotay: Who used it to build the catapult.
Seven: He was waiting here for Voyager, and for the final phase of the mission.
Chakotay: Which is what, exactly?
Seven: I don't think Captain Janeway is planning to use the catapult to get Voyager closer to home. I think she's going to use it to bring in more vessels from the Alpha Quadrant. If I'm correct, this region of space will soon be occupied by a Federation-Cardassian invasion force.
Chakotay: You've uncovered some interesting facts. But your interpretation is far-fetched. These are random incidents. Granted, some of them are hard to explain, but there's no conspiracy here.
Seven: Stardate 51008, Captain Janeway allows Kes to leave Voyager. Neelix told me that Kes had suspicions about the Caretaker. Was the captain trying to silence her? Stardate 51462, the Doctor's program is transmitted to a Starfleet vessel on the outskirts of the Alpha Quadrant. An attempt by the Captain to contact Earth or a secret communiqué informing Starfleet of her progress? Stardate 50984, Janeway forges an alliance with the Borg. Stardate 51762, a cease-fire with the Hirogen. Stardate 52861, a non-aggression pact with the Terkellians. She called each incident diplomacy. I believe she was trying to establish a tactical infrastructure in the Delta Quadrant. Over the past five years, Captain Janeway has altered course two hundred sixty three times in the name of exploration. In reality, she was mapping the region and collecting strategic data regarding
Chakotay: I get the point.
Seven: You still doubt my suspicions, but can you be certain I'm wrong?
Chakotay: Absolutely certain? No.
Seven: Until you are, you mustn't allow Captain Janeway to retain control of the catapult.
Tuvok: I'm picking up a transmission, heavily distorted.
Kim: He made it.
Janeway: Can you clear it up?
Tash: Success, Captain. Five thousand light years.
Janeway: Are you all right?
Tash: A few systems overloaded, nothing serious. I had to readjust my shields during mid-flight. Almost lost my outer hull. I'm sending you the modifications. My catapult is yours, Captain. Good luck.
Janeway: Get that data down to B'Elanna. Tell her to enhance our shields.
Chakotay: So we're going ahead with the jump?
Janeway: I want to run a few more tests, launch some probes, but if it all checks out I see no reason not to.
Kim: I've received the telemetry.
Chakotay: I'll take it to Engineering.
Chakotay: I want you to add a point zero three variance to these shield modifications.
Torres: That'll disrupt the emitters.
Chakotay: And you'll need another six hours to get them back online. I know.
Torres: Have you run this by the Captain?
Chakotay: No, and I'm not going to. Not yet.
Torres: She's pulling your leg. It's got to be some kind of Borg practical joke.
Chakotay: She wasn't joking.
Torres: A secret mission? Starfleet in league with the Caretaker? It's ridiculous.
Chakotay: Ridiculous? Seven has some compelling evidence.
Torres: Well then, let's go to the Captain, get a straight answer.
Chakotay: Good morning, Kathryn. All systems are operational. The crew's in good health. And by the way, is it true you've been lying to us for five years? I'm not prepared to make that accusation, but I can't ignore what I've heard either.
Torres: So what do you suggest?
Chakotay: I want you to delay those shield modifications. That'll give me time to check Seven's database, take a look at the evidence myself.
Kim: The Captain asked me to work with you on the shields.
Chakotay: That won't be necessary, Ensign.
Kim: Oh, I don't mind. You know how eager she is to make that jump.
Torres: Harry, we're fine here.
Chakotay: Too many cooks, Harry. You know how it is. We'll let you know when we're done.
Computer: Download complete.
Seven: Seven of Nine to Captain Janeway.
Janeway: Go ahead.
Seven: I need to speak with you in the Astrometrics lab.
Janeway: I'm on my way.
Seven: Computer, seal the door and deactivate internal sensors to this room.
Computer: Acknowledged.
Janeway: Seven?
Seven: I believe Chakotay and other members of your crew are involved in a conspiracy to resurrect the Maquis rebellion.
Janeway: Did Chakotay put you up to this?
Seven: Voyager and the Federation itself are in grave danger.
Janeway: Go on.
Seven: I've concluded that Chakotay intends to use the catapult to launch attacks against Cardassian and Federation starships.
Janeway: Chakotay gave up his allegiance to the Maquis a long time ago. What you're saying makes no sense.
Seven: Improbable as it may sound, I found compelling evidence to support my theory. In the months before Voyager's arrival, Neelix recorded the sudden appearance of fifty two vessels, including this one.
Janeway: A Cardassian warship.
Seven: I've analyzed the hull geometry and warp signature. It was one of the same ships that were pursuing Chakotay and his crew in the region known as the Badlands. It was pulled into the Delta Quadrant by the Caretaker during that engagement. According to Federation records, that same Cardassian warship was found destroyed in the Badlands. The investigation revealed that it was attacked by the Maquis. I believe that for some unknown reason the Caretaker had sent this ship back to the Alpha Quadrant, and that Commander Chakotay attacked the vessel before it could reach its destination. He downloaded its computer core and discovered the presence of the Caretaker's array. He realized that the array could be used by the Maquis as a weapon, to launch surprise attacks against Cardassian and Starfleet vessels.
Janeway: Well, I commend you for your imagination, but Tuvok was a spy on Chakotay's ship. If your theory were true, he would have known about it.
Seven: He does. Tuvok has been collaborating with the Maquis resistance all along.
Janeway: That's not possible, Seven.
Seven: With Tuvok's assistance Chakotay plotted a course toward the next likely appearance of the Caretaker's displacement wave, offering his vessel as bait. His ploy almost succeeded, but the Caretaker was more powerful than he anticipated. His crew was taken captive. A few days later, Voyager arrived and facilitated their escape. Chakotay seized that opportunity to make one last attempt to gain control of the array, but then you gave the order to destroy it.
Janeway: Circumstantial evidence, not proof.
Seven: Who carried out your order to destroy the array?
Janeway: Tuvok.
Seven: Using what type of technology?
Janeway: Tricobalt devices.
Seven: He set the yield to twenty thousand teracochranes. It was enough to tear an opening in subspace. A cloaked ship locked on to one of the reactors, protecting it from the blast and hiding it from Voyager's sensors. The reactor was retrieved and carried by a series of vessels until it was delivered to Mister Tash, who was well compensated by Chakotay to build the catapult. He was waiting here for Voyager so Chakotay could complete the mission he was forced to abandon five years ago.
Janeway: I'd be willing to consider this theory of yours if I didn't know Chakotay as well as I do. There is no one on this ship I trust more. What you've done here is build what we call a house of cards.
Seven: Stardate 48658. Commander Seska is revealed to be a Cardassian spy. She defects to the Kazon and impregnates herself with Chakotay's DNA. Was he unaware of the procedure, as he claims, or were they working together, to create a new Kazon sect to capture Voyager? Stardate 49522. Chakotay recommends establishing trade relations with the Kolhari. Their technology uses tetryon power cells. A simple diplomatic overture, or was he seeking a source of energy for the catapult? Stardate 49571
Naomi: Seven.
Seven: Naomi Wildman.
Naomi: Where are you going?
Seven: That's not your concern.
Naomi: What's wrong?
Seven: Your father was Ktarian.
Naomi: So?
Seven: The Ktarians were officially with the Federation, but they sympathized with the Maquis.
Naomi: What are you talking about?
Seven: Who are you working for, Chakotay or the Captain?
Naomi: Seven?
Seven: Tell them it's too late. Go!
Chakotay: I picked up a power surge coming from the Cargo bay.
Janeway: I detected the same thing. You think it's the enhanced alcove.
Chakotay: Could be.
Janeway: Let's take a look. Are phasers standard equipment on board now?
Chakotay: Must be.
Janeway: The data buffer's been activated.
Chakotay: I wanted to make sure it wasn't malfunctioning.
Janeway: You should be careful. Somebody might think you were trying to delete a few files.
Chakotay: Why would they think that?
Janeway: Some of those files could contain sensitive information.
Chakotay: If that's true, somebody might think you were trying to do the same thing.
Janeway: That catapult out there, it's a powerful piece of technology. If the Maquis ever had access to something like it, they might have been successful.
Chakotay: And if we had, your mission to the Delta Quadrant never would have gotten off the drawing board.
Janeway: What are you talking about?
Chakotay: The mission you've been on for the last five years.
Janeway: My only mission is trying to get Voyager home.
Chakotay: Seven showed me the sensor records. I saw the tractor beam.
Janeway: She showed me the same thing, but she implicated you in some kind of Maquis plot.
Chakotay: Same evidence, two different theories.
Janeway: It all started with those damn photonic fleas. She was downloading Voyager's database.
Kim: Bridge to Captain Janeway.
Janeway: Go ahead, Harry.
Kim: I just picked up an unauthorized launch of the Delta Flyer. Seven's at the helm.
Janeway: Set a pursuit course.
Kim: Acknowledged.
Chakotay: Chakotay to the Doctor.
Emh: Sickbay here.
Chakotay: Get down to Cargo Bay two. Run a diagnostic on Seven's alcove.
Emh: On my way.
Janeway: I'm glad we got that settled.
Chakotay: Likewise.
Janeway: Chakotay, let's keep this one out of our logs, huh?
Chakotay: Gladly.
Tuvok: She's altering course, heading for the catapult.
Janeway: Maintain pursuit. Open a channel.
Tuvok: No response.
Chakotay: Try to beam her out.
Kim: She's done something to alter her bio-signature. I can't get a lock.
Janeway: Target her propulsion and weapons. Fire.
Tuvok: Our targeting scanners are out of alignment.
Chakotay: She must have done it before she took off.
Kim: She's charging weapons.
Janeway: Keep trying.
Emh: Doctor to Captain Janeway.
Janeway: Report.
Emh: Seven downloaded too much data into her cortical implant.
Emh: She's trying to make sense of more information than she can process.
Janeway: Understood. Beam me onto the Delta Flyer.
Chakotay: I'm going with you.
Janeway: No. I have a better chance of getting through to her alone.
Chakotay: This isn't part of your mission, is it?
Janeway: Is it part of yours?
Chakotay: Good luck.
Janeway: Energize.
Seven: Captain.
Seven: You came here hoping to stop me. You'll fail.
Janeway: Turn this ship around. That's an order.
Seven: Your orders are irrelevant. I'm no longer under your command. You deceived me.
Janeway: There is no conspiracy. There is no Maquis rebellion. The Federation isn't planning to invade the Delta Quadrant.
Seven: I realized that, because I finally uncovered your true objective.
Janeway: And what's that?
Seven: Me. Stardate 32611, the Federation sends my parents to study the Borg Collective. They know my family will be assimilated. That was their intention. Stardate 48317, Voyager is sent to the Delta Quadrant with orders to retrieve me. When they reach Borg space, Captain Janeway negotiates an alliance with the Collective in exchange for information regarding species 8472. They agree to give her Seven of Nine. Stardate 51030, Janeway extracts the implants from my body to remove any knowledge I have of her agreement with the Borg. Stardate 53329, Captain Janeway finalizes plans to use the catapult to deliver Seven of Nine to the Alpha quadrant, where Starfleet will dissect and analyze the drone to gather tactical data to fight the Borg. I won't allow you to complete your mission. If necessary I'll destroy the catapult, and myself.
Janeway: You're right, Seven. There is a conspiracy here. But I believe it's a conspiracy of one. I've got a theory of my own. Your modified alcove threw your synaptic patterns into chaos and your mind can't make sense of all the information, so you're generating theory after theory in an attempt to bring order to that chaos.
Seven: Your reasoning is flawed. My alcove is functioning perfectly.
Janeway: What about you? You're not a drone anymore. You can't always predict how Borg technology will affect you. You should be in Sickbay, not behind that forcefield. Let me help you.
Seven: No. I don't believe you.
Janeway: Of course you don't. Anything I say gets woven into your paranoid conspiracies. But you should believe me, Seven, because I've never lied to you, and I'm not lying to you now. You have to put your doubts aside and trust me. Stardate 51030, Seven of Nine is severed from the hive mind. The Captain tells her not to resist, that she'll learn to accept her humanity. Seven complies, and slowly begins to embrace her individuality. Does she regret that decision? Stardate 51652, the Captain encourages Seven to develop her social skills. Seven insists it's a waste of time, but after further requests she pursues it, and begins to develop her first human friendships. Did Janeway lead her astray? Stardate 52840, the Captain orders Seven to study her parents' journals. Seven claims they're irrelevant, but eventually she reads them and rediscovers part of her own past. Stardate 52841, for the first time, Seven tells the Captain thank you.
Seven: It was Stardate 52842, oh six hundred hours in the mess hall. We had just finished breakfast.
Janeway: My mistake. Stardate today, Janeway beams aboard the Delta Flyer. She reminds Seven of the bond that's grown between them. Seven lowers the forcefield and she decides to come home. All I'm asking is that you trust me again.
Janeway: Delta Flyer to Voyager. Two to beam out.
Janeway: Captain's log, supplemental. After further testing, we activated the catapult and were hurtled across thirty sectors of space. In less than an hour, we cut three years off our journey. I'm happy to say the Doctor has repaired Seven of Nine's cortical processor and she's returned to duty.
Naomi: Guess who assimilated three books and ten reports in two days?
Seven: Naomi Wildman.
Naomi: That's correct. Are you taking your new alcove apart?
Seven: Yes.
Naomi: Why?
Seven: My attempt to download Voyager's database failed.
Naomi: Maybe you can fix it.
Seven: The alcove functioned within expected parameters. Unfortunately, I did not. Three books and ten reports is impressive, but quantity is less relevant than quality. You must be able to interpret the data and enjoy the process. Regardless, you require activities other than assimilating books and reports. A game of Kadis-kot, for example.
Naomi: When?
Seven: Go to the mess hall and set up the board. I'll join you when I'm finished.
Janeway: I heard the strangest rumor today. Apparently, the Captain and First Officer almost came to blows.
Chakotay: Mutiny?
Janeway: First Officer walked the plank. So I heard.
Chakotay: I don't believe a word of it.
Janeway: Me neither.
Chakotay: Seven was malfunctioning. We don't have that excuse.
Janeway: You're right. We've been through too much to stop trusting each other.
Chakotay: You didn't poison the coffee, did you?
Janeway: Not any more than I usually do.


Barclay: Just a minute. I'll, I'll be right there.
Barclay: I'm coming, I'm coming. Deanna.
Troi: Hello, Reg.
Barclay: I'm so glad you could make it. It's wonderful to see you.
Troi: Would it be all right if I came inside?
Barclay: Yeah, of course, of course. Come in, come in. Is there something I can get you? Some er, some coffee, tea? Oh wait a minute, don't, don't tell me. Chocolate ice cream.
Troi: You know me too well. But just one scoop, I'm watching my figure.
Barclay: Why? You, you look lovely.
Troi: You always knew how to flatter me. Would you like me to get it?
Barclay: Get? Get what?
Troi: The ice cream.
Barclay: Right, right, the ice cream. No, no, no, no. Come in, come in. Sit down, make yourself comfortable.
Troi: It's a nice place.
Barclay: Thanks. One scoop of chocolate ice cream.
Troi: Did you just move in?
Barclay: No, no, I've been here, er, almost two years. I just haven't had a chance to unpack.
Troi: Is everything all right Reg?
Barclay: Of course, Why, why wouldn't it be?
Troi: To be honest, you seem a little on edge.
Barclay: Do I? Oh, it's just that I'm, I'm excited to see you.
Troi: I'm excited to see you, too. I think Geordi's a little disappointed I didn't invite him to come along.
Barclay: Yes, well, I, I was hoping to get, get together with him too, er, before the Enterprise leaves orbit, but I just wanted to spend time with you first. That's all right, isn't it?
Troi: Of course it is. I hear you've been working on the Pathfinder project.
Barclay: Well, I, I was. Er, I'm not anymore.
Troi: What happened?
Barclay: Oh, ah, nothing, really. Just got to be a lot of, er, pressure.
Troi: Well, hello.
Barclay: Neelix! He's not used to company. It's not polite to eat our guest's food. If you're hungry, just say so. Deanna, Neelix.
Troi: Neelix. That's an unusual name. Maybe we should introduce him to Data's cat, Spot. I have a feeling you didn't ask me here to reminisce. Tell me what's wrong.
Barclay: I've lost myself, Deanna.
Troi: Lost yourself?
Barclay: In Voyager. I've become obsessed with Voyager. Here you are on shore leave and what do I do? I lure you into a counseling session.
Troi: Don't worry about that. The important thing is, I'm here now and I want to help.
Barclay: Thank you.
Troi: Now, start at the beginning.
Barclay: Has it ever occurred to you that a tachyon beam directed at a class B itinerant pulsar could produce enough gravimetric energy to create an artificial singularity?
Troi: I can't say it has.
Barclay: It occurred to me. But my supervisors thought it was an abuse of MIDAS.
Troi: MIDAS?
Barclay: The Mutara Interdimensional Deep Space Transponder Array.
Troi: Reg, you're losing me.
Barclay: I'm sorry.
Troi: The beginning?
Barclay: The beginning. Right. Well, I suppose it all started in the holodeck. Doesn't it always?
Troi: Go on.
Barclay: Well I, I was running a few simulations.
Barclay: Computer, boost the gain on Voyager's transceiver by twenty percent.
Computer: Transceiver gain is at maximum.
Barclay: Apply a narrowband filter to the signal processor.
Computer: Filter engaged.
Admiral Paris: Voyager, come in. Come in, Voyager. Voyager, come in, this is Starfleet Command. Voyager, come in, Voyager.
Barclay: Good, good, good. Now lower the filter band by point three kilohertz.
Harkins: Reg, what are you doing?
Barclay: Oh, ah, er, Pete. I, I, I was just, er.
Harkins: Yes, running another simulation. I can see that. What about the transmitter diagnostics?
Barclay: Right. The diagnostics.
Harkins: You have finished them, haven't you?
Barclay: Er, almost.
Harkins: Almost isn't good enough. We've got Admiral Paris first thing in the morning.
Barclay: Admiral Paris.
Harkins: Don't tell me you forgot.
Barclay: Oh, no, of, of, of course not. I, I, I just got the days mixed up.
Harkins: Reg.
Barclay: Computer, end program. Now that I think about it, it's a good thing that Admiral Paris is coming tomorrow. We can brief the Admiral on my theory.
Harkins: What theory?
Barclay: I've been going over the interstellar phenomena forecasts from Deep Space Nine. They are predicting er, a class B itinerant pulsar will pass within four billion kilometers of the MIDAS array in three days.
Harkins: You think the pulsar might damage the array?
Barclay: No, no. The shields will hold. Actually I was thinking, we could use the pulsar to our own advantage.
Harkins: How?
Barclay: Suppose, suppose we instructed the array to direct a tachyon beam at the pulsar. Theoretically, we could produce a gravimetric surge powerful enough to create an artificial wormhole. We could establish two way communication with Voyager.
Harkins: Reg, you're dreaming again.
Barclay: No, no, I really think this could work. Based on my simulations that
Harkins: Based on your last series of simulations, we wasted six months trying to develop that transwarp probe.
Barclay: This, this is different. This
Harkins: Reg, I really appreciate your imagination. It's what makes you such a valuable part of this team. But I'm not about to tell the Admiral that we've found a way for him to chat with his son because of some cock-eyed theory that only exists up here. Now please, finish those diagnostics.
Barclay: Yes, sir.
Harkins: And, Reg, remember, while the Admiral's here, I do the talking.
Barclay: You do the talking. Understood.
Barclay: Pete was only trying to look out for me, but I was sure my plan would work. I just couldn't give it up.
Harkins: Burning the midnight oil?
Barclay: I, I finished, er, the diagnostics, sir.
Harkins: Yes. I know. I looked them over. Good job. Now, why don't you call it a day?
Barclay: I just, er, have a few more things to take care of.
Harkins: Well, see you tomorrow, then. Oh,. Reg, why don't, why don't you drop by tonight when you're through here?
Barclay: Drop by?
Harkins: Come to the house. Have some coffee. Angie's sister's in from Boston. I, er I think she might like you.
Barclay: I, I don't, I don't think I can er. I'm spending the evening with, er, Neelix.
Harkins: Correct me if I'm wrong, Reg, but Neelix is your cat. Well, if you change your mind.
Barclay: Thanks. I'll try.
Barclay: But I couldn't leave. Not until I'd strengthened my case for accessing the MIDAS array. The meeting with Admiral Paris was only fourteen hours away and I hadn't come up with anything. Poring over the data wasn't helping. I decided what I needed was, er, a little inspiration.
Barclay: Computer. Activate hologrid mess hall scenario Barclay eleven gamma.
Paris: Hey, Reg.
Chakotay: Warning. The shark is circling.
Torres: Let the games begin.
Kim: What'll it be, Reg?
Barclay: The usual.
Kim: Computer, one milk, warm.
Barclay: Oh thanks, Harry.
Kim: Just trying to get on your good side so you'll go easy on me tonight.
Barclay: You know what I always say. If you can't stand the heat.
Kim: Get out of the warp core.
Chakotay: Sit down, Lieutenant, and give us mortals a chance to get even. That's an order.
Barclay: If you insist, Commander, but I think it's only fair to warn you I have no intention of letting my winning streak come to an end. Now, where's er, Tuvok?
Torres: He said it's illogical to continue losing to a clearly superior player.
Barclay: Oh, that's too bad. I love to watch that Vulcan squirm Now, you all know the rules. Deuces, one eyed Jacks and suicide kings are wild. Five of a kind beats a straight flush every time.
Kim: The man is ruthless.
Paris: He's a killer.
Barclay: Now, come on, guys. You know it hurts me to see you lose. After all, you are my best friends.
Barclay: I hoped that the poker game would help calm my nerves, so that I could get a decent night's sleep before the briefing. But when I got home that night I couldn't keep my mind off Voyager. I needed to get back to the Holodeck.
Barclay: That feels so good.
Emh: Therapeutic massage can be an effective treatment for insomnia, Lieutenant, but we need to get to the cause of your sleeplessness if we're going to find a more permanent solution.
Barclay: It's just that every time I close my eyes, my mind starts to race.
Emh: Can you be more specific?
Barclay: Well, I worry about the project. Have I explored the problem from every angle, or is there something else I should be trying? Am I doing enough?
Emh: Hmm. Acute work related anxiety. Perhaps I should speak to the captain about reducing your schedule.
Barclay: Something tells me she's not going to be able to help.
Emh: You are an invaluable member of this crew, Mister Barclay.
Barclay: Thank you, Doctor. It's nice to be appreciated.
Chakotay: Turning in, Reg?
Barclay: Yes, sir.
Crewman: Hey, Reg.
Barclay: For some reason, I never slept in my apartment as comfortably as I did in my holographic quarters. I suppose I felt more at home on Voyager.
Barclay: Good morning, everyone.
Kim: Morning, Reg.
Paris: You're awfully chipper.
Barclay: Slept like a baby.
Kim: Then maybe you've got the energy to whip up one of your famous cheese omelets.
Paris: Oh, yeah. I'm starved.
Barclay: I'm sorry, guys, I have a very important briefing at oh nine hundred. Just have time for coffee.
Kim: Er, don't forget about tonight.
Barclay: Remind me.
Kim: You were supposed to teach me how to play Velocity.
Paris: No, no way. Reg and I have a hoverball game scheduled.
Barclay: Don't fight. Plenty of me to go around.
Torres: Reg, I'm sorry to bother you again, but I'm still having trouble with the warp core recalibration.
Barclay: It's no problem. I'll stop by Engineering later, talk you through.
Torres: Thank you. I really appreciate it.
Paris: Velocity, hoverball, warp core recalibrations? Reg, I don't know how you do it.
Barclay: Let you in on a little secret. There's two of me.
Harkins: The Delta Quadrant, sector 41751, grid nine. Voyager's doctor reported this as the ship's position when his program was briefly transferred to Starfleet two years ago. Assuming they're still on course for Earth, we've been able to extrapolate a range of likely trajectories. Estimating an average warp speed of six point two, and accounting for various astronomical obstacles, we can reasonably assume that Voyager is now in one of these three sectors.
Admiral Paris: Can we contact them?
Harkins: As you know, we've been working with the Vulcans on the deployment of the MIDAS array. Though we're still in the testing phase, we think it won't be long before we can use this technology to send signals at hyper-subspace speeds. A message that would normally take years to reach its destination could be received by Voyager in a matter of days.
Admiral Paris: Impressive. Will they be able to respond?
Harkins: No sir, but at least they'll know we're still looking for them. We'll send data on the hyper-subspace technology and hope they can eventually use it to return the call.
Barclay: Excuse me, Admiral Paris.
Harkins: Lieutenant Barclay.
Barclay: I'm sorry, Commander, it's just that there may be a way to establish, er, two-way communication with Voyager.
Harkins: Now is not the time.
Admiral Paris: It's all right, Mister Harkins, let the man speak. I'm all ears, son.
Barclay: Well, er, you see, there's a, er, class B itinerant, er, pulsar, er, and we well, as you probably know, sir, sir, neutrino emissions, ah. Oh, what I mean to say is that with the array, we could open an artificial er, s, a sing, singularity.
Admiral Paris: A wormhole?
Barclay: Yes, yes, sir. We could use it as a conduit to to talk to Voyager.
Admiral Paris: I can't give you high marks for clarity, Lieutenant, but you've certainly got my attention. Is there any merit to what he's saying?
Harkins: Mister Barclay has a tendency to get ahead of himself, sir. Unfortunately, what he's suggesting is beyond our abilities.
Barclay: But you haven't even
Harkins: Mister Barclay.
Barclay: I know that I haven't explained myself very well, but with all due respect, sir, what do we have to lose by trying? I think we're forgetting that there are a hundred and fifty people stranded in the Delta Quadrant.
Admiral Paris: I have a son on that ship, Lieutenant. I haven't forgotten that fact for a single moment.
Barclay: I'm sorry, sir. I, I didn't, er I didn't mean to.
Harkins: Take the rest of the day off, Reg.
Barclay: But
Harkins: That was not a suggestion.
Troi: How did you deal with your feelings afterwards?
Barclay: What do you mean?
Troi: Well, did you talk to Commander Harkins after the meeting? Apologize?
Barclay: Well, no. I wanted to, er, fine tune my plan, so, I er, just went right back to work.
Troi: Be more specific. What exactly did you do?
Barclay: Well, I needed someone to, er bounce ideas off of. Someone to help focus my thoughts.
Troi: Sounds reasonable. I suppose you consulted with some of your Pathfinder colleagues.
Barclay: Well, not exactly.
Troi: You went back to the holodeck, didn't you?
Barclay: They're the only people that I can talk to.
Troi: They're not people.
Barclay: I know, but they, they help me with my work.
Troi: Poker? Massages? Sleeping in holographic quarters? Sounds more like escape than work.
Barclay: I can't concentrate if I'm not relaxd.
Troi: Can't you relax with your friends?
Barclay: Friends?
Troi: Commander Harkins invited you to his home. You went to the holodeck instead.
Barclay: It's not what you're thinking, Deanna. This isn't a relapse of my holo-addiction.
Troi: Okay. Tell me how the holograms helped you with your work.
Barclay: Well, I talked to them about my ideas. I worked out technical problems.
Barclay: I need specifics here, people.
Janeway: Take us through it again, Mister Barclay, one step at a time. Maybe it'll spark an idea.
Barclay: We've got our itinerant pulsar. We've got our Interdimensional transponder array. How do we get our wormhole?
Torres: This one could keep us up all night.
Barclay: We know we can produce gravimetric energy, but, can we do it at levels high enough to create the singularity?
Kim: We're talking about a massive subspace reaction.
Barclay: Maybe that's the problem.
Chakotay: Reg?
Barclay: Maybe we need to think smaller.
Paris: You're losing me.
Barclay: And how much bandwidth do we really need? The average wormhole is huge, but if we compressed the datastream.
Torres: We wouldn't need a conduit anywhere near as big.
Janeway: What's your idea?
Barclay: A micro-wormhole.
Tuvok: Impressive.
Janeway: You've outdone yourself this time, Reg.
Barclay: I'll still need, er, help with the details.
Janeway: Put together a team. Use whatever resources you need.
Barclay: A power ratio of approximately sixty terawatts should do the trick.
Chakotay: You think that's enough?
Barclay: Should be, but then we have to compensate for gravimetric interference.
Torres: And how do we do that?
Barclay: I was thinking, what if we applied a narrowband filter to the transponder signal?
Chakotay: Barclay strikes again.
Harkins: What's going on here?
Barclay: Commander.
Torres: Who's your friend, Reg?
Harkins: Yes, aren't you going to introduce me?
Barclay: Computer, delete characters.
Harkins: I thought I told you to go home.
Barclay: I was, er, working.
Harkins: You call this work? You've created holograms of the Voyager crew.
Barclay: Oh, it, it, it, it's not what you think. It's an interactive, er, diagnostic program. I designed it to help me solve problems.
Harkins: How long have you been in here?
Barclay: Since the briefing.
Harkins: The briefing ended ten hours ago.
Barclay: I, I know that I embarrassed you in front of the Admiral, and I'm, I'm sorry. I wanted to refine my idea so that I could present you with a specific plan. And I've done that, Pete. You were right about the wormhole idea being too expansive. So I've, I've scaled it back.
Harkins: All the extra time you've been putting in. If I checked the holo-logs, would I find you've been spending those hours in here?
Barclay: Well, not, not all that time.
Harkins: How much of it?
Barclay: Maybe, er, twenty or thirty hours a week.
Harkins: Don't you think that's a little excessive?
Barclay: Not if it helps us contact Voyager.
Harkins: Before I brought you onto my team I reviewed your file. You've struggled with holo-addiction before. From where I stand it looks like you've had a relapse.
Barclay: I know it it may look that way.
Harkins: I think you need counseling.
Barclay: What I need is for you to pay attention to my ideas.
Harkins: I should have been paying more attention to your behavior. I thought I was being a friend by giving you some leeway. I didn't realize how involved you've become with Voyager.
Barclay: Is it really so wrong? Do you have any idea what it must be like for them to be stranded sixty thousand light years from home? Do you have any idea how lonely that must be?
Harkins: I'm sorry, Reg, but until you get some help, you're off the project.
Barclay: You, you can't do that.
Harkins: You've given me no choice. This hologrid and the lab are officially off limits. Now go home.
Barclay: I won't leave. Not until you've heard what I have to say.
Harkins: Reg! Don't make me call security.
Paris: What is it, Nicole?
Nicole: He's still here.
Admiral Paris: You told him I have a meeting scheduled at fifteen hundred?
Nicole: Yes, sir. He won't go away.
Admiral Paris: Send him in.
Nicole: Yes, sir.
Barclay: Admiral, er, thank you, thank you for seeing me.
Admiral Paris: You're frightening my secretary, Mister Barclay. You have five minutes.
Barclay: Five minutes. Right.
Admiral Paris: Sit down.
Barclay: Er, first, first I, I want to apologize for speaking out of turn yesterday. It's, it's only because I, I, I care so much about Voyager.
Admiral Paris: Yes, Commander Harkins has informed me about your attachment to the crew. I understand you've been spending time with a holographic re-creation of my son, among others. Frankly, I find that rather disturbing.
Barclay: Well, I understand how, how you could see it that way but, er, that does not negate the fact that I have a plan for communicating with Voyager.
Admiral Paris: Commander Harkins doesn't seem to think your plan is viable.
Barclay: I have refined the idea. I've simplified it. All I'm asking for is a chance to try. And if I'm right, it could mean a chance to talk to Tom.
Admiral Paris: In my opinion, Commander Harkins removed you from the project with good cause, and that's his prerogative. I won't let my personal feelings interfere with Starfleet procedure.
Barclay: I, I've broken protocol and I should be punished, but the crew of the Voyager shouldn't be, and neither, neither should you. I just need access to the lab for one more day. After that, if I er, if I'm wrong, I'll resign my commission.
Admiral Paris: I'll order a review of your findings. If it's concluded your ideas are valid, I'll instruct Commander Harkins to pursue it.
Barclay: But I'm the one who knows the
Admiral Paris: That's the best I can do, Mister Barclay. Good day.
Troi: So the meeting went well?
Barclay: No, no, no. It didn't, not at all.
Troi: The Admiral said he'd review your findings.
Barclay: Don't you see? He was just trying to get rid of me, just like Harkins.
Troi: Try to relax.
Barclay: Now you understand why I need your help.
Troi: Yes, I do.
Barclay: You, you have to call the Admiral in your official capacity as a Starfleet Counselor and tell him that I am psychologically fit to return to work.
Troi: I can't do that.
Barclay: Why not?
Troi: Look at yourself. You're experiencing acute anxiety, sleeplessness, paranoia. You did what you could. Now it's time to let Starfleet worry about Voyager. We need to take care of you.
Barclay: There is nothing wrong with me!
Troi: You said yourself you've become obsessed with Voyager.
Barclay: What if I have? If an obsession helps me to do my job better, it's a sacrifice I am willing to make. A little instability in exchange for contact with a stranded starship. Isn't Voyager more important than my psychological condition?
Troi: Voyager is important, but so are you.
Barclay: That ship, that crew, they're all I have.
Troi: Tell me why that is.
Barclay: Ever, ever since I, I left the Enterprise, things haven't, haven't been the same. It's as if I lost my family.
Troi: So you created a new family on the holodeck. Only they're not real.
Barclay: I didn't know how else, how else to cope.
Troi: Do you remember when you first came aboard the Enterprise? You had trouble fitting in, didn't you? But after a while you started to make friends. You can learn to do the same thing here on Earth.
Barclay: Oh, I, I don't know how.
Troi: We'll work on it together.
Barclay: You're scheduled to depart tomorrow.
Troi: I've decided to ask Captain Picard for a temporary leave of absence. To spend some time with an old friend.
Barclay: Oh, Deanna, you, you, you don't, you don't have to do that.
Troi: Try and stop me.
Barclay: I'm sorry, Neelix. I have to leave. No, no, you can't talk me out of it.
Computer: Authorisation code required.
Barclay: Barclay alpha one seven gamma.
Computer: Access denied. That code has been de-authorized.
Barclay: Computer, re-enter authorisation code Barclay alpha one seven gamma.
Computer: Access authorized.
Barclay: Computer, interface with the MIDAS array. Activate the control matrix.
Computer: Matrix activated.
Barclay: Full power to the graviton emitters.
Computer: Emitters powering.
Barclay: Scan the area surrounding the array for a class B itinerant pulsar.
Computer: A pulsar has been detected at coordinates two two seven by four one mark six.
Barclay: Good, good! Direct a sixty terawatt tachyon beam toward the pulsar.
Computer: Tachyon beam initiated.
Barclay: How long until levels are sufficient to produce a gravimetric surge of five million teradynes?
Computer: Approximately seventeen minutes.
Barclay: Computer, is there a micro-wormhole present at coordinates three four three by two seven?
Computer: Scanning. Affirmative.
Barclay: I knew it. Adjust the phase alignment to direct the wormhole's trajectory to Delta Quadrant, grid nine, sector 41751.
Computer: Trajectory established.
Barclay: Open Starfleet Emergency Channel and transmit toward the singularity.
Computer: Channel open.
Barclay: Starfleet Command to USS Voyager. Come in, Voyager. Voyager, do you hear me? This is Lieutenant Reginald Barclay.
Harkins: Step away from the controls.
Barclay: Pete. I, I've sent a message.
Harkins: Stand down, Mister Barclay.
Barclay: All right, you win. Computer, transfer controls to hologrid program Barclay pi three and restrict access.
Harkins: Stop him. Stun him if you have to.
Barclay: Tuvok. Did you see those two men?
Tuvok: I did not.
Barclay: Well they look like Starfleet security, but they're not.
Tuvok: Intruders?
Barclay: They're after me. I need your help.
Tuvok: Tuvok to all hands. Intruder alert. Computer, locate any unauthorized personnel aboard Voyager.
Computer: Two unidentified humans, deck four, section eight.
Tuvok: Isolate them with force fields.
Security: Security to Commander Harkins. We've been isolated by the forcefields. Can you shut down the program?
Harkins: I'm working on it.
Computer: Access denied. Hologrid controls have been encrypted.
Harkins: Harkins to Security. I need reinforcements.
Barclay: Computer, redirect the wormhole's trajectory to Delta Quadrant, grid 11, sector 64238 and retransmit the message.
Computer: Trajectory established. Transmitting.
Torres: A wormhole? What's going on?
Barclay: I'm just trying to help some friends. Is there a response?
Computer: Negative.
Barclay: Computer, redirect the wormhole's trajectory.
Torres: Reg.
Security 2: You'll have to come with me, sir.
Torres: I'll cover for you.
Barclay: Computer, seal Jefferies tube door J53.
Harkins: Computer, cut all power to the hologrid.
Computer: Unable to comply. Main power controls have been encrypted.
Harkins: Very clever, Reg.
Security 2: Security to Commander Harkins. We've lost him, sir.
Harkins: I've got an idea. I'm coming in.
Torres: I know you. You're Reg's friend. You've got something to do with what's going on here, don't you?
Harkins: Computer, disengage primary coolant system.
Torres: Are you crazy? That'll cause a warp core breach.
Harkins: Exactly.
Janeway: Mister Barclay, I want an explanation for what's going on aboard my ship.
Barclay: I'm looking after Voyager's best interests, Captain. You're just going to have to trust me on that.
Janeway: You've never given me any reason to doubt you before.
Barclay: Computer, redirect the wormhole's trajectory to Delta Quadrant, grid ten, sector 3658, and retransmit the message.
Computer: Trajectory established. Transmitting.
Kim: Who are you trying to contact, Reg?
Computer: Warning. Warp core breach in forty five seconds.
Janeway: Bridge to Engineering. Report.
Harkins: Shut down the program, Reg.
Janeway: Janeway to Security. Intruders on the bridge.
Barclay: Computer, establish a forcefield around the science station.
Computer: Warning. Warp core breach in thirty seconds.
Janeway: Harry, get down to Engineering. Seal that breach.
Harkins: Forcefields aren't going to help you, Reg. It's over.
Barclay: But this is my last chance.
Computer: Warp core breach in twenty seconds.
Janeway: Captain to all hands. Abandon ship.
Computer: Warp core breach in ten seconds. Nine, eight
Harkins: One way or another, this program's going to end.
Computer: Seven, six, five.
Barclay: Good-bye, Captain.
Computer: Four.
Barclay: Computer end program.
Computer: Two.
Neelix: I'm ready for my lesson.
Seven: I've concluded that teaching you to sing is an inefficient use of my time.
Neelix: But I, I've been, I've been practicing.
Seven: In your case, practice is irrelevant. Your vocal chords are incapable of producing basic diatonic tones, not to mention your rhythmic shortcomings.
Neelix: I sound so good in the sonic shower.
Seven: Perhaps you should confine your efforts to that location. Astrometrics to the bridge.
Janeway: Go ahead, Seven.
Seven: I've detected what appears to be a micro-wormhole at coordinates one nine four point six by three five.
Janeway: A micro-wormhole.
Seven: I believe a message is being transmitted through it, on a Starfleet emergency channel.
Janeway: Let's hear it, Harry.
Barclay: Starfleet Command to USS Voyager. Come in, Voyager.
Janeway: Try applying a narrowband filter to the signal processor.
Barclay: Do you hear me? This is Lieutenant Reginald Barclay.
Kim: That's it. Whoever this Barclay is, he stopped transmitting.
Tuvok: The micro-wormhole is collapsing at a rate of point two percent per second.
Janeway: That doesn't give us much time.
Chakotay: To do what?
Janeway: To send a message back through and hope Mister Barclay is listening.
Barclay: It should have worked. I don't understand why it didn't.
Admiral Paris: There you are. I've reviewed Mister Barclay's plan. I think it's worth an attempt.
Harkins: He's already tried, sir, without your authorisation. It didn't work.
Admiral Paris: I'm sorry to hear that.
Barclay: So am I, sir. I appreciate your confidence in me, but I, I don't deserve it.
Harkins: What would you like me to do with him, Admiral? He broke into the lab, accessed the MIDAS array and resisted arrest.
Admiral Paris: You've put me in a difficult position, son. I was hoping that we'd be able to
Technician: We're receiving a transmission.
Admiral Paris: From where?
Technician: Coordinates three four three point six by two seven.
Barclay: The wormhole.
Janeway: Starfleet Command, come in.
Admiral Paris: Voyager.
Harkins: Reg, give me a hand clearing up the signal.
Barclay: Lower the filter band by point three kilohertz.
Janeway: This is Captain Kathryn Janeway. Do you read me?
Hawkins: I think she's talking to you.
Barclay: Captain.
Barclay: This is Lieutenant Reginald Barclay at Starfleet Command.
Janeway: It's good to hear your voice, Lieutenant. We've been waiting a long time
Janeway: For this moment.
Barclay: The feeling is mutual. Unfortunately, the micro-wormhole is collapsing. We have only a few moments.
Janeway: Understood. We are transmitting our ship's logs, crew reports and navigational records to you now.
Barclay: Acknowledged. And we're sending you data on some new hyper-subspace technology.
Barclay: We're hoping eventually to use it to keep in regular contact, and we're including some
Barclay: Recommended modifications for your comm. system.
Janeway: We'll implement them as soon as possible.
Barclay: There's someone else here who would also like to say something.
Admiral Paris: This is Admiral Paris.
Janeway: Hello, sir.
Admiral Paris: How are your people holding up?
Janeway: Very well. They're an exemplary crew, your son included.
Paris: Tell him, tell him I miss him.
Paris: And I'm proud of him.
Janeway: He heard you, Admiral.
Barclay: The wormhole is collapsing.
Admiral Paris: I want you all to know we're doing everything we can to bring you home.
Janeway: We appreciate it, sir. Keep a docking bay open for us.
Janeway: We hope to see you
Barclay: That's it. They're gone.
Harkins: You did it, Reg. I'm sorry I doubted you.
Admiral Paris: Why the long face, Mister Barclay?
Barclay: Because, because it's over, sir.
Admiral Paris: No, Lieutenant. I'd say that Project Voyager is just beginning, thanks to you.
Torres: Anyone know this Barclay?
Emh: I took the liberty of reviewing his personnel file. He's had a rather colorful career, not to mention an unusual medical history. He's recovered from a variety of maladies, including transporter phobia and holo-addiction.
Janeway: Well, whatever his problems, he certainly came through for us.
Chakotay: Starfleet should give him a promotion.
Seven: I finished analyzing the data Mister Barclay sent. The hyper-subspace technology is promising. I believe we can look forward to future communications with Earth.
Neelix: Well, that calls for a toast.
Janeway: Care to do the honors, Tom?
Paris: To my Dad. It's nice to know he's still there. And to the newest honorary member of the Voyager crew, Reginald Barclay. Whoever you are.
Janeway: Here, here. To Mister Barclay.
Troi: Congratulations.
Barclay: Well, I'm not not sure I deserve congratulations.
Troi: Why not? It's quite an accomplishment.
Barclay: I, I couldn't have done it without your help.
Troi: What did Commander Harkins have to say about it?
Barclay: Well, I think, I think he was pleased.
Troi: Why wouldn't he be? You're quite a catch.
Barclay: Well, not everyone would want a sister-in-law to date someone with my history.
Troi: It's a new era. So tell me all about the lucky lady. I want details.
Barclay: Well, her name is Hope.
Troi: You're kidding.
Barclay: No And, and, and she loves cats.


Grace: Good morning, Tom.
Paris: Good morning, Grace.
Seamus: So, where you heading?
Paris: Sullivan's. Care to join me?
Seamus: Ah, I wish I could, but there's a bit of a problem.
Paris: Oh, really?
Seamus: Well, you see, Tommy-me-boy, the Good Lord blessed me with a fine wife. I'll never forget the day I met her. I was on me way to the Fair in Dooleen, or was it Kilkee? There's some fine trout fishing to be had in Kilkee this time of year.
Paris: Who said anything about trout?
Seamus: Timothy Ryan, God rest his soul. He was one for the trout. The poor man's been dead a fortnight. Some say he had the croup, but don't you believe it. The widow Moore gave him the Evil Eye.
Paris: And your point?
Seamus: Me wife and I, well, we've hit a bit of a rough patch. A better woman never walked the face of the earth.
Paris: She threw you out again.
Seamus: With nothing but the clothes on me back.
Paris: How much?
Seamus: A shilling or two should suffice.
Paris: Keep the change.
Seamus: God bless you, Tommy-me-boy
Paris: Harry, weren't you supposed to meet me at Sullivan's?
Kim: Sorry. I got distracted by the, er, scenery. This is Maggie.
Paris: We've met. Could you excuse us?
Maggie: Charmed to have met you, Harry.
Kim: Charmed. What's the hurry?
Paris: A word to the wise. Stay away from Maggie O'Halloran. She's promised to a pig farmer with a very large rake.
Kim: Does she have a sister?
Paris: Wooden teeth.
Kim: Nothing an adjustment to the holomatrix wouldn't fix.
Paris: No, no. I'm not changing a thing. Fair Haven is perfect just the way it is.
Kim: Tommy boy, you forgot the leprechauns.
Paris: No. No leprechauns, no aliens, no starships. I want this to be a place where the crew can unwind.
Emh: Morning, lads.
Paris: Ah. Heard any good confessions lately?
Emh: Doctor-patient confidentiality, Mister Paris.
Paris: Harry hasn't seen Sullivan's yet. You care to join us?
Emh: Don't mind if I do. I'll need to leave no later than thirteen hundred hours.
Paris: Medical emergency?
Emh: Not exactly. I'm working on my homily for Sunday's mass and I expect both you sinners to be in attendance.
Paris: He's kidding, right?
Kim: You wanted authenticity.
Paris: Everybody, place your bets.
Seamus: Three bob on Liam.
Paris: Three bob it is.
Emh: Five shillings on Liam.
Paris: You're going to hurt Harry's feelings.
Emh: Very well. Two shillings on Mister Kim and I'll pray for a miracle.
Seamus: Excuse me, Father, but I'm needing a bit of counsel.
Emh: I'm off duty right now.
Seamus: But I've broken the fifth commandment again.
Emh: Say ten Our Fathers and call me in the morning.
Emh: Gentlemen.
Emh: Come on, come on Mister Kim, show him what for. You can do it!
Michael: What'll it be?
Janeway: I'm looking for some friends of mine.
Michael: We're all friends here.
Janeway: Well, then, have you seen Tom Paris?
Michael: He's right over there, with young Harry. Poor sod. I'm afraid no one's whipped Liam in three years.
Janeway: There's a first time for everything.
Michael: An optimist, are you?
Janeway: A realist.
Emh: Come on, Ensign, try. Try!
Seamus: Come on, me boy. Push! Push!
Kim: I'm trying!
Emh: Come on. Try harder.
Seamus: You got him. You got him.
Emh: You're losing.
Seamus: What in God's name? Come on, Liam. Push!
Kim: Yes! Yes!
Emh: I knew you could do it, Ensign.
Janeway: So this is the program I've been hearing so much about.
Paris: Welcome, weary traveler.
Janeway: You have outdone yourself this time. Everything is authentic, except for one tiny detail.
Paris: Oh?
Janeway: The harp on the sign. It's backwards.
Paris: Oh, everybody's a critic.
Emh: As I recall, the Captain is quite an aficionado of Irish history.
Janeway: I hate to break up the party, but we have some business to attend to. There's a neutronic wavefront approaching. Class nine.
Kim: Class nine?
Paris: Sorry, boys. Duty calls.
Seamus: Ah, wavefront? Now, what in the name of God is that?
Paris: Er, a wee bit of bad weather.
Seamus: Oh.
Seven: Borg classification three four seven nine two. Particle density anomaly.
Paris: Where'd it come from?
Seven: I believe it was formed by the collision of two neutron stars. The wavefront is traveling at a velocity of two hundred thousand kilometers per second, and it extends for three point six light years.
Chakotay: How long before it hits?
Seven: Approximately fifteen hours.
Torres: We're already feeling its effects. The neutron radiation is disrupting plasma flow. We can't jump to warp.
Paris: Impulse power won't be enough to outrun that thing.
Janeway: Then we'll have to ride it out. We'll generate an inverse warp field and drop anchor. That should protect us from the turbulence.
Chakotay: What about the radiation? It'll only get worse.
Janeway: Have the doctor prepare inoculations for the crew. Go to yellow alert. Tom, B'Elanna, get started on converting the warp core.
Paris: Yes, ma'am.
Janeway: Let's batten down the hatches.
Neelix: Captain.
Janeway: Just burning the midnight oil.
Neelix: Midnight's come and gone.
Janeway: Then it's time for a break.
Neelix: Do you mind?
Janeway: I could use the company. This approaching wavefront is bringing back some unpleasant memories.
Neelix: How so?
Janeway: You know I grew up on a farm in Indiana. We used to have some terrible thunderstorms during the summer months. At the first bolt of lightning I'd bolt under the bed.
Neelix: We had some pretty nasty weather on Talax, too. I always enjoyed a good ion storm.
Janeway: Give me clear skies any day.
Neelix: Now that you bring it up, I am concerned with keeping up morale over the next few days. The crew is not used to sitting still.
Janeway: Suggestions?
Neelix: Everyone seems to love Fair Haven. I was thinking we might initiate an open door protocol on the holodeck. Keep the program running twenty four hours a day. Let people come and go as they please.
Janeway: Permission granted. Fair Haven's just become our port in the storm.
Neelix: I'm heading down there myself, if you'd like to join me. There's a charming little inn called the Ox and Lamb. The owner offered to share some of his recipes.
Janeway: No, thanks. I still have work to do.
Neelix: Okay.
Michael: What'll it be?
Janeway: A cup of tea would be nice.
Michael: I just made one. Cream?
Janeway: Please.
Michael: So, what brings you to Fair Haven, Miss?
Janeway: Kathryn. I'm just passing through on my way home.
Michael: How long have you been on the road?
Janeway: Five years, almost six.
Michael: You must be homesick.
Janeway: No. Sometimes. Thank you.
Michael: Cead mile failte.
Janeway: Translation?
Michael: A hundred thousand welcomes. It's an old Irish saying. We're all friends here.
Janeway: I had an aunt who used to have a saying like that. A stranger is a friend you just haven't met yet.
Michael: Definitely Irish.
Janeway: She had an Irish temper, too. She and my uncle had a place not far from here, in County Clare.
Michael: Ah. Then you're closer to home than you think, Katie O'Clare.
Janeway: You know, it's later than I thought and I've kept you long enough.
Michael: Oh no, stay awhile. Didn't your auntie teach you that it's impolite to leave without playing a game of rings?
Janeway: I really can't, but thanks for the tea.
Michael: Afraid you'd lose?
Janeway: I rarely lose.
Michael: Prove it.
Janeway: One game.
Michael: I'll set them up.
Michael: Another ringer.
Janeway: And I'm not surprised. You stepped over the beer stain.
Michael: I did not.
Janeway: You did too, by half a boot, and then you moved back, hoping I wouldn't notice.
Michael: These boots are half a size too large, so in reality my toes never crossed the line. Your turn.
Janeway: For luck.
Michael: Getting sweet with the rings isn't going to help you.
Janeway: We'll see. Damn.
Michael: Devil won't help you, either.
Janeway: Well, maybe rings aren't my forte after all. Would you care to arm wrestle?
Michael: That's not a woman's game, Katie. You could get hurt.
Janeway: I'm stronger than I look.
Michael: Ah! That's quite a grip you have.
Janeway: Not bad yourself.
Michael: I couldn't help but notice that you have your leg braced against the bar.
Janeway: Well, how else do you expect me to win?
Michael: Will we call it a draw?
Janeway: Sounds good to me.
Michael: Shall we run a foot race down to the station and back? It's good to make a new friend. You have a nice way about you.
Janeway: Flattery's the food of fools.
Michael: Another pearl of wisdom from your auntie?
Janeway: No, Jonathan Swift
Michael: Swift? Never heard of him.
Janeway: He was an author.
Michael: I was never one for reading.
Janeway: That's too bad. Some of the greatest writers in the world are Irish.
Michael: Well, they say that Doctor Gilroy has a library of books and, well, next time I see him I'll ask him can I borrow one or two?
Frannie: Good morning.
Michael: Good morning. Oh, my God, will you look at the time? Frannie, come here. There's someone I want you to meet. Katie O'Clare, this is my wife, Frances.
Janeway: Pleased to meet you.
Frannie: I hope Michael hasn't been bending your ear all night long.
Janeway: My ear, my elbow.
Michael: We were arm wrestling.
Frannie: Such a gentleman.
Janeway: Thank you very much for your hospitality and now I really must be leaving.
Michael: And, er, drop in again before you leave town.
Janeway: I will.
Emh: If you experience any dizziness report to Sickbay immediately.
Crewwoman: Thank you.
Janeway: Good morning, gentlemen.
Emh: I believe it's afternoon. Oversleep?
Janeway: Holodeck.
Paris: Fair Haven?
Janeway: Welcome weary traveler.
Emh: Even I have to admit Mister Paris's latest effort is quite a tour de force.
Janeway: Ooh, high praise from a hologram.
Paris: Oh, I was thinking, Captain now that we've got this open door policy, maybe I could expand Fair Haven into holodeck two. It would give me some room to create the seacoast.
Janeway: By all means.
Emh: Speaking of revisions, I was hoping I could give my character a more active role. In the period you've created, the village priest was the most prominent member of the community, held in the highest regard.
Paris: That's a great idea, Doc. We could send Father Mulligan on a retreat to a nearby monastery, where he takes a vow of silence and never speaks again.
Emh: Try it, and you'll be saying Hail Marys till Saint Patrick's Day.
Janeway: Time?
Tuvok: Thirty seconds
Janeway: Let's see it.
Janeway: All hands, this is the Captain. Secure your stations and brace for impact.
Tuvok: We've cleared the leading edge. Turbulence is decreasing. Shields are holding.
Janeway: Damage?
Kim: We've got a ruptured plasma conduit, deck nine.
Janeway: Send a repair team. Maintain yellow alert. Let's hope that was the worst of it. Captain's personal log. It's been ten hours since the storm hit. We estimate another three days before we're clear of it. The crew's in good spirits, and many of them have taken the opportunity to visit Fair Haven. I met an interesting man there, and for a while I almost forgot he was a hologram. We weren't exactly compatible, but then again, Mister Paris didn't program him to my specifications.
Janeway: Computer, display Fair Haven character Michael Sullivan. Adjust his parameters to the following specifications. Give him the education of a nineteenth century third year student at Trinity College.
Computer: Modification complete.
Janeway: Now, access the character's interactive subroutines. Make him more provocative.
Computer: Specify.
Janeway: Give him a more complicated personality.
Computer: Specify.
Janeway: More outspoken, more confident, not so reserved. And make him more curious about the world around him.
Computer: Modification complete.
Janeway: Good. Now, increase the character's height by three centimeters. Remove the facial hair. No, no, I don't like that. Put some back. About two days' growth. Better. Oh, one more thing. Access his interpersonal subroutines. Familial characters. Delete the wife.
Computer: Modification complete.
Janeway: Pleased to meet you, Mister Sullivan.
Seven: Are you ill, Commander?
Tuvok: I am experiencing a slight loss of equilibrium and some gastrointestinal distress.
Seven: Space sickness?
Tuvok: Unlikely. I am not prone to that condition.
Seven: Perhaps you should go to Sickbay.
Tuvok: I'll be fine.
Kim: I'm telling you, we should add more fog.
Paris: Fog is depressing.
Kim: It's authentic.
Paris: It's dangerous.
Kim: All right, we could add a lighthouse.
Paris: It's Fair Haven, Harry. Sunshine?
Kim: Tuvok, what do you think? Irish sea coast, fog or no fog?
Tuvok: I have no opinion.
Paris: He hasn't visited our little paradise yet.
Tuvok: Nor do I intend to.
Kim: I think you'd like it, Commander. It's a great place to meditate.
Paris: Imagine yourself sitting high on a bluff overlooking the ocean. The salt air, The rhythm of the waves rising and crashing against the rocks. A tiny fishing boat bobbing on the water below. Up and down, up and down.
Tuvok: I get the idea, Ensign. Thank you.
Neelix: Mutton, creamed cabbage or blood pudding?
Seven: Explain.
Neelix: I'm preparing a traditional Irish meal at the Ox and Lamb this afternoon, and I can not decide on a main course.
Paris: Blood pudding. You can't lose.
Neelix: That was my first choice, too, but replicating the lamb's intestines, it, it could be tricky, And every time I try to heat the blood, it coagulates in the milk.
Tuvok: If you'll excuse me, I think I will consult the Doctor.
Janeway: Excuse me, ma'am. Have you seen Michael Sullivan?
Grace: Oh, you might try the pub.
Janeway: I just came from there.
Grace: Oh, then he'll be at the train station.
Grace: Yeah.
Janeway: Thank you.
Grace: Sure.
Janeway: Excuse me, sir. Is the train to Galway running on time?
Michael: Um, I'm afraid you've just missed it. Have a seat, wait for the next one. Do you know Jane Eldon?
Janeway: Eldon? No, I've never met her.
Michael: I'd be terrified if you had. She's been dead seventy years. No, I was er, I was thinking about her poetry. It's too pastoral for my taste, don't you agree?
Janeway: I'm not familiar with her work.
Michael: Really? Well, what about Sean Gogarty? They have similar rhyming schemes.
Michael: You've some catching up to do. Well, I'm here every afternoon. You should join me sometime. I tried talking poetry with Seamus, but all he can do is recite limericks.
Janeway: I'd love to. Strange place to read, though.
Michael: Not at all. I love the sound of the trains coming and going. It gets me thinking about places I'd like to visit. Have you traveled much yourself?
Janeway: As a matter of fact. But there's one place I haven't been yet. Castle O'Dell.
Michael: It's a steep climb but from the top of the battlement you can see all the way to Dublin. We'd better be moving.
Michael: They say when the sun goes down the King of the Faeries reclaims the castle.
Janeway: Maybe he'll invite us to supper.
Michael: Eh, you'll be dining alone without me. One taste of the Faeries' banquet and you'll never return to this world.
Janeway: Oh, don't tell me you believe those stories.
Michael: Believe? No. But I do respect them. Can I ask you something, Katie?
Janeway: Please.
Michael: Have you a man waiting for you at home?
Janeway: No.
Michael: Are you looking for one?
Janeway: Why? Do you have somebody?
Michael: In Fair Haven? Not unless you fancy a pig farmer.
Janeway: Oh, not my type.
Michael: What about a barkeeper who reads poetry in strange places?
Chakotay: Captain? I thought that was you.
Janeway: Just getting in the spirit.
Chakotay: I can see that. I don't believe we've met.
Michael: Sullivan. Michael Sullivan.
Chakotay: Chakotay.
Michael: That's a fine tattoo. Are you off a ship?
Chakotay: You could say that.
Michael: We're on the way up to the old castle. You're welcome to come with us.
Chakotay: Thanks, but, er, I'm meeting Neelix at the Ox and Lamb. You two have fun.
Michael: Is it my imagination, or did he call you captain?
Janeway: Did he?
Chakotay: Looks like the worst is yet to come.
Janeway: Commander?
Chakotay: I just came from Astrometrics. Seven's found an increase in the neutronic gradient at the trailing edge of the wavefront. It's going to be a rough ride when it hits.
Janeway: We've still got two days. Start working on a new shield modulation.
Kim: Yes, ma'am.
Tuvok: That could explain my recent space sickness. Vulcan physiology is highly sensitive to neutronic gradients.
Paris: You'd make a good barometer, Tuvok. Every time you get queasy, we go to red alert.
Janeway: Thanks for your report, Commander.
Chakotay: Don't mention it. Hills most green, hearts unseen.
Janeway: Yes. Jane Eldon. Catching up on a little reading.
Chakotay: Those hills and hearts wouldn't happen to be in Ireland?
Janeway: You can wipe that smirk off your face. It's not what you think.
Chakotay: I wasn't thinking anything, but now that you mentioned it
Janeway: I have an interest in Irish culture.
Chakotay: It's understandable. They've produced great writers for hundreds of years. Not to mention great bartenders.
Janeway: He's a hologram.
Chakotay: I couldn't help but notice he seemed a little taller than the last time I saw him.
Janeway: Yes, I made a few modifications.
Chakotay: In the interest of Irish culture.
Janeway: Exactly.
Chakotay: You seemed embarrassed when I ran into you. There was no reason to be. It was nice to see you having a little fun.
Janeway: He is rather charming, isn't he? Too bad he's made of photons and forcefields.
Chakotay: I never let that stand in my way.
Michael: The boys are getting tired.
Janeway: Them, or you?
Michael: Faster, boys.
Janeway: Computer, remove all characters except for Michael Sullivan.
Michael: Can I ask you something, Katie?
Janeway: Please.
Michael: Would you mind if I kissed you?
Janeway: I might even kiss you back.
Michael: There's no point in waiting any longer, is there?
Janeway: Oh, I think I've waited long enough.
Michael: Is there something wrong?
Janeway: No.
Janeway: Computer, recycle.
Janeway: Come in.
Neelix: I thought you'd like to know we've organized a rings tournament tonight at Sullivan's.
Janeway: Thanks, Neelix, but I have work to do.
Neelix: The Doctor's going to sing something called Danny Boy, and Mossie Donegan's promised to bring his talking pig.
Janeway: Well, let's just say I'd rather stick to reality right now.
Neelix: Nineteen hundred hours, if you change your mind.
Janeway: Thank you.
Seamus: Saints preserve us.
Seven: I possess superior hand-eye coordination.
Seamus: That's not all that's superior. The lily and the rose are staging a competition in your face.
Seven: Clarify.
Seamus: The fullness of your lips and the paleness of your cheeks, it's enough to make a man faint.
Seven: Then in that case, perhaps we should sit down.
Kim: I don't believe it.
Paris: It's called old-world charm, Harry.
Neelix: What'll it be, gentlemen?
Emh: Nothing for me. Temperance is a virtue.
Paris: Where's Michael?
Neelix: Over there.
Paris: That's strange. I programmed him not to drink.
Neelix: Must be a glitch in his subroutine.
Emh: Are these seats taken?
Michael: Sit anywhere you like.
Michael: Vile. It's been fifteen years since I touched the stuff.
Paris: You making up for lost time?
Michael: I was hoping it might ease the pain.
Emh: Are you in discomfort?
Michael: Agony's more like it. How could you do this to me, Lord? Why don't you ask him? You've got his ear, don't you?
Emh: Well
Michael: Three days. The happiest three days of my life. I was a fool to think she felt the same. I was such a fool!
Seamus: Aw, sit down, Sullivan.
Michael: Shut your mouth, man, or I'll shut it for you.
Seamus: Oh, you will, will you?
Paris: Hey, hey. Take it easy. Why don't you tell us what happened?
Michael: We, we spent a perfect day together by the lake. I drifted off to sleep and when I woke up, she was gone. Where is she, Tom?
Paris: Who?
Michael: Katie O'Clare, who else?
Paris: Katie O'Clare?
Michael: Your friend.
Paris: Are you sure you didn't misinterpret her interests? I mean, we're all friends here. Maybe she was just being friendly.
Michael: Are you calling me a liar?
Paris: No, no, not at all.
Michael: I thought Katie and me were in love.
Paris: I may have to do some reprogramming.
Michael: What's the matter? You don't think I'm good enough for her?
Paris: No, I, I didn't say that.
Michael: Well, tell me where she's gone.
Paris: I don't know.
Michael: Well, I think you do.
Emh: Gentlemen, please! Love thy neighbor.
Kim: Let's see, I remember trying to reach the holodeck controls, Then, er, somebody grabbed my leg.
Paris: Maybe it was the talking pig.
Kim: If it was, he had one hell of a left hook.
Janeway: What's all this?
Emh: I'm afraid there's been some trouble in paradise. An altercation in the pub this afternoon. Several crewmen were injured. Nothing serious.
Janeway: Arm wrestling get out of hand, boys?
Neelix: Not exactly.
Kim: It was Michael Sullivan, Captain. He was looking for someone.
Emh: Why don't we take a little walk?
Janeway: Let me guess. that someone is me.
Emh: I don't mean to pry, Captain, but we've got a broken-hearted hologram who believed that the two of you were in love.
Janeway: Oh, I was sure he'd be on to the next lass by now. I hope he's all right.
Emh: Far from it. The fight spilled out onto the street. Before long, he'd climbed up a tree and began shouting your name. Mister Neelix managed to talk him down.
Janeway: It could be a malfunction in his behavioral subroutines.
Emh: I've already checked that. His subroutines are fine, but I did notice you'd made quite a number of alterations to his program.
Janeway: Minor improvements.
Emh: To make him more appealing?
Janeway: You're starting to pry, Doctor.
Emh: I apologize for overstepping my bounds but I'm worried about you. Michael Sullivan is a hologram. His broken heart can be mended with the flick of a switch. Your feelings however, are a little more complicated.
Janeway: I'm not going to be climbing any trees, if that's what you're worried about.
Emh: If you decide you want to talk, I've been hearing a lot of confessions lately. Let me know.
Janeway: You want a confession, Doctor? All right. I've become romantically involved with a hologram. If that's possible.
Emh: Tell me what happened.
Janeway: Well, you know the story. Girl meets boy, girl modifies boy's subroutines
Emh: Did you have intimate relations?
Janeway: That's none of your business. Let's just say it was a memorable three days.
Emh: I don't see the problem.
Janeway: Don't you? Michael Sullivan is exactly my type. Attractive, intelligent. We share the same interests. And if there's something I don't like, I can simply change it.
Emh: I've noticed that humans usually try to change the people they fall in love with. What's the difference?
Janeway: In this case, it works. We had a picnic by the lake yesterday afternoon. Michael drifted off to sleep. His head was lying on my shoulder and I remember thinking, this is close to perfect. Then he began to snore. Did I nudge him with my elbow hoping he'd roll over and stop? Did I whisper in his ear to wake him? No. Why bother? When I could simply access the computer and alter his vocal algorithms? And that's exactly what I was about to do, when I realized that everything around me was an illusion, including him. So I left. I almost wrote him a note to say goodbye. Can you believe that, a Dear John letter to a hologram?
Emh: I understand your trepidation, but you're the captain. You can't have a relationship with a member of your crew. They're all your subordinates. So where does that leave you? The occasional dalliance with a passing alien? Voyager could be in the Delta Quadrant for a very long time. A hologram may be the only logical alternative.
Janeway: He's not real.
Emh: He's as real as I am. Photons and forcefields, flesh and blood. It's all the same as long as your feelings are real. He makes a joke, you laugh. Is that an illusion? He says something that makes you think. Does it matter how his molecules are aligned? Did it ever occur to you that it's not just a question of whether or not he's real?
Janeway: What do you mean?
Emh: I think you should stop trying to control every aspect of this relationship. Romance is born out of differences as well as similarities. Out of the unexpected, as well as the familiar.
Janeway: Maybe I just needed to be sure that he'd love me back.
Emh: But isn't that the risk you always take, hologram or not? All I know is, Michael Sullivan was up in that tree shouting your name.
Janeway: I've never been afraid of taking risks.
Emh: Then perhaps, next time, you should just let him snore.
Kim: The neutronic gradient's rising. Thirty million terajoules. Forty million.
Janeway: Shields?
Tuvok: Holding.
Kim: Sixty million.
Torres: Torres to bridge. The inverse warp field's destabilizing. We're losing our anchor.
Janeway: Acknowledged. How long before we're clear?
Paris: At least another five minutes.
Kim: That's about four minutes too long. The gradient's rising fast. Ninety million.
Paris: Stabilizers are offline.
Chakotay: Thrusters?
Paris: No effect.
Tuvok: Shields are failing.
Chakotay: How close are we to the perimeter?
Paris: A thousand kilometers, but we're being pulled along with the storm.
Janeway: What have you got in mind?
Chakotay: The deflector beam. We might be able to cut a path through the wavefront.
Tuvok: It's possible, but we'd have to route all available power to the emitters.
Kim: That won't be enough. Primary systems are down.
Janeway: Then transfer all secondary power sources. Transporters, replicators, holodecks.
Kim: Captain, there's not enough time to go through the hologrid shutdown sequence. We'd lose most of Fair Haven.
Janeway: Do it.
Chakotay: Hull fractures, deck six and seven.
Kim: You've got all the secondary power, Tuvok. Is it enough?
Tuvok: Negative.
Chakotay: Siphon energy from the plasma network. Every last deciwatt.
Tuvok: Deflector beam active.
Paris: We're approaching the perimeter. Five hundred kilometers. Four hundred.
Tuvok: Deflector output is dropping.
Janeway: Give him everything we've got. Life support, environmental controls. Scrape the residual ions off the sonic showers if you have to.
Kim: Doesn't look good, Tom. With this much photonic decay we'll be able to save five, maybe ten percent.
Paris: So much for the luck of the Irish.
Kim: It might be easier to start from scratch.
Paris: It wouldn't be the same. It's like trying to rewrite a novel after the only copy of the data file has been deleted. All the details, the nuances, they're all gone.
Seamus: Morning, lads.
Kim: Hey, Seamus.
Seamus: Looks like a storm brewing.
Paris: A storm?
Seamus: Heading in from the west. Could be a big one.
Paris: Oh. Right.
Seamus: I don't suppose you could spare a shilling or two? Me wife and I made up last night and I wanted to buy her a new parasol.
Paris: The grid's destabilizing. We'd better get started on those repairs.
Kim: So, what do we try and save? The Ox and Lamb? The church? Maggie O'Halloran?
Paris: There's someone I should talk to before we decide.
Janeway: Come in.
Paris: Fair Haven didn't fare too well.
Janeway: I'll break the news to the crew.
Paris: With your permission, I'd like to try to reconstruct the program.
Janeway: How long will it take?
Paris: Six or seven weeks. Harry tells me that we should be able to save about ten percent of the existing elements. I thought you might have a suggestion or two.
Janeway: Computer, is Fair Haven character Michael Sullivan still intact?
Computer: Affirmative.
Janeway: Activate him. Hello.
Michael: You disappeared on me, Katie. I woke up and you'd gone.
Janeway: I had some thinking to do.
Michael: Are you done?
Janeway: Yes. I'm leaving Fair Haven.
Michael: Why?
Janeway: Because.
Michael: That's not a very good reason.
Janeway: The situation is complicated.
Michael: Another man?
Janeway: No.
Michael: Your friends, they don't approve of me?
Janeway: They think you're charming.
Michael: Are you not ready to settle down yet?
Janeway: I'm as ready as I'll ever be.
Michael: You're not making any sense.
Janeway: No, I guess I'm not.
Michael: I have a feeling that you won't be forgetting us that easily, Fair Haven has that effect on people. But there's one thing I want you to know. I love you, Katie.
Janeway: I might actually be passing this way in six or seven weeks. Maybe I'll stop by the pub.
Michael: See that you do.
Janeway: Oh computer, end program. Wait. I want to make one more modification to the character.
Computer: Specify.
Janeway: Deny Kathryn Janeway any future access to his behavioral subroutines.
Computer: Modification complete.
Janeway: Save program.