"All right, all right, hold on." "If you were married in 2304, and your daughter was conceived during your 11th Pon farr, that would make you..." "162 years old." "Incorrect." "Come on, Tom." "The man's not a day over 140." "We know you were at least a hundred when you joined Starfleet the second time, so I'm guessing you're around 133?" "Also incorrect." "I'm afraid you both lack sufficient data to reach a logical conclusion." "Come on, Tuvok, tell us." "I see no reason to enlighten you." "Don't tell me Vulcans are embarrassed about their age." "On the contrary, we value the wisdom that comes with advancing years." "In that case, how wise are you?" "Wise enough to end this inquiry." "Saved by the bell." "I've got a fleet of ships 200,000 kilometers dead ahead." "Can you identify them?" "Negative." "I'm reading multiple hull configurations." "Raise shields." "Red Alert." "Report." "We've detected a large group of vessels directly ahead." "Hostile?" "Possibly." "I'm charging weapons." "On screen." "I'm counting 62 ships and a few hundred pieces of ships all dead in space." "It's a junkyard." "Congratulations, Tuvok." "You just saved us from a flotilla of hostile trash." "We're being hailed." "Let's see what they want." "Welcome to Abaddon's Repository of Lost Treasures." "Whether you're in the mood to buy or simply browse, we're always open." "Take a look." "You may find something you never knew you wanted." "Mr. Abaddon." "The name was passed down from my father and his father before him." "Not a very imaginative lot, but I'll answer to it just the same." "I'm Commander Chakotay." "This is Mr. Neelix." "Welcome to Voyager." "Neelix, is it?" "You wouldn't be a fellow trader, would you?" "What makes you say that?" "Cheerful demeanor, furtive eyes." "It's obvious you're a man of commerce." "You're very perceptive, Mr. Abaddon." "A useful skill in my line of work." "Oh, I'll admit there was a time when I dabbled in commerce, but these days, I focus my efforts on food and diplomacy." "Well, whether you're interested in a new iso-convective oven or a slightly dated translation matrix, you've come to the right place." "My inventory, give or take a few items." "After 20 years, it's hard to keep up." "Looks like you have an item or two we might be interested in." "Uh, the question is what are you looking for in return?" "Artificial gravity plating." "Plasma-based power induction." "Impressive." "Those are integrated systems." "Unfortunately, we couldn't trade them to you without dismantling our whole ship." "Commander, don't we have some spare duranium sheeting in Cargo Bay 1?" "With a few modifications, uh, it could be converted into gravity plating." "Good idea." "Why don't you show Mr. Abaddon our inventory?" "Report back when you're done." "Yes, sir." "Mr. Abaddon, follow me, please." "This guy's collected more technology than the Borg." "And almost all of it is useless." "Wait." "What's that?" "Ensign?" "Grid 49-Alpha." "Oh, she's beautiful." "It's just an old rust bucket." "What, are you kidding?" "Look at those lines." "It's a work of art." "That ship wasn't assembled;" "it was sculpted." "I think I'm in love." "That makes 15 power regulators in fair condition and three more we could salvage with a little work." "Seven has some doubts about the ion exchange rods..." "We'll take a chance." "Add them to the list." "What about these cultural artifacts?" "Oh, just a few items I thought might have some historical value." "They don't cost much." "Looks like a good haul." "If that's it..." "Oh, uh, yes, there is one other item:" "uh, a small vessel that could be an asset." "We've already got a full complement of shuttles, not to mention the Delta Flyer." "What do we need with this derelict ship?" "Chakotay, this ship is a diamond in the rough." "Sure, it's got some scrapes and scratches, but, here, take a look at these systems." "It has a neurogenic interface that allows it to react directly to the pilot's thoughts." "That gives it the potential of being quicker and more maneuverable than anything we've got, including the Delta Flyer." "Add to that an optronic weapons array... I get the picture." "Are you sure you're not just looking for a new toy?" "No." "Absolutely not." "Even B'Elanna thinks restoring this ship is worthwhile." "Maybe, if we had the manpower to restore it." "No, I'll do all the work myself on my own time... and if I need a hand, Harry's offered to help." "I have?" "What will it cost us?" "Abaddon's agreed to give it to us for three used power cells and Tom's interactive record collection." "My jukebox." "All right." "One slightly used alien ship." "Don't make me regret this." "You won't." "Remember, just one seat." "Not much storage." "She was designed for speed, not hauling." "Understood." "Make sure you go easy on the thrusters." "She doesn't like being manhandled." "Temperamental?" "Sensitive." "She demands respect, like any fine piece of machinery." "Sounds like you're sorry to let her go." "Well, in some ways, she's like the daughter that I couldn't marry off, but that doesn't mean I'd trade her to just anyone." "I've got a feeling you're the kind of pilot that she needs, someone that'll give her the proper care and attention." "I'm your man." "Don't worry, Mr. Abaddon." "She's in good hands." "Well, this has been a very productive exchange." "Oh, just one more thing..." "Uh, let me guess." "All trades are final." "I still can't get an active readout." "Here's the reason." "Another damaged power cell." "Come on, Alice, how 'bout it?" "Give us a break." "Alice?" "Well, I've got to call her something." "How about the Lost Cause?" "Alice Battisti was "the lost cause."" "I knew her back at the Academy." "She was smart, sexy... but she wouldn't give me the time of day." "All right, Alice it is." "Try it again." "I've got a pulse!" "A little snug." "As Seven would say, an efficient design." "The main computer's coming on line." "There's not much in it." "Just a few schematics." "Looks like somebody tried to wipe the database." "Probably rolled the odometer back, too." "Let's see what this neurogenic interface can do." "Whoa." "What's it like?" "It's kind of hard to describe." "I'm tapped into all the primary systems:" "ops, tactical, sensors..." "What happened?" "We just blew out two more power cells." "See if you can reconfigure the power distribution grid." "Look, we're both tired." "Why don't we call it a night, come back fresh tomorrow?" "Oh, come on, we can still get a couple more hours in." "You can get a couple more hours in." "I'm going to bed." "All right." "You win." "Good night, Alice." "See you in the morning." "Good night, Alice." "See you in the morning." "See you in the morning." "See you in the morning." "See you in the morning." "See you in the morning." "Tom..." "B'Elanna?" "Tom?" "Who are you?" "It's me, Alice." "Good morning, Alice." "I'm sorry, but you're going to have to trust me on this." "You'll be a lot happier if we can bypass the EPS relays." "Tom." "Yeah?" "Who are you talking to?" "Alice." "She's being very stubborn today." "No matter what I do, I can't get her to bring her propulsion systems on line." "Next question:" "What are you wearing?" "Oh, this is a flight suit design I found in Alice's database, something her last pilot used to wear." "For a minute, I thought you were changing Captain Proton's look." "Chapter 37?" "Oh, "The Web of Pain."" "I completely forgot." "Oh, no problem-- l've got another hour on the holodeck." "You know, now is not a great time." "How 'bout tomorrow?" "That's what you said yesterday." "Sorry, Harry." "Alice needs me." "So does Arachnia." "Give the queen my regards." "Okay..." "Seven, can I get you something?" "A refund." "The star charts we obtained from Abaddon are inaccurate." "Really?" "The computations are based on obsolete data." "It's not the only item that didn't live up to its advertising." "Cultural artifacts?" "According to Abaddon, they're lost treasures of the Delta Quadrant." "If you ask me, they're worthless trinkets." "Perhaps not." "This crystal is beryllium." "Valuable?" "Beryllium is the standard currency in Spatial Grid 539." "There are species that would trade an entire fleet of starships for this "trinket."" "If Abaddon knew about this, he'd never have traded it for a few plasma couplings." "Well, maybe I should return it." "Need I remind you?" "All trades are final." "Neelix, I need one bottle of champagne, if you don't mind." "Another anniversary?" "No. I'm christening Alice." "Congratulations." "I'll whip up some hors d'oeuvres for the crew." "Oh, no, don't bother." "This is a private ceremony." "Just me and B'Elanna." "And Alice, of course." "Oh, yes, of course." "There's nothing like having your own ship." "I remember when I first laid eyes on my little freighter, Baxial." "No, don't tell me-- love at first sight?" "Actually, I thought she was the ugliest thing I ever saw." "But she grew on me." "Eventually, l-l couldn't imagine being without her." "You know, she's still down in the Shuttle Bay." "Why don't we get her and Alice together and go on a double date?" "You pack the picnic basket." "I'll bring the deuterium." "So, I finally get to meet the other woman." "Well, don't be too critical." "She's a long way from finished." "When have you ever known me to be critical?" "is that a trick question?" "Okay, ready?" "Well?" "It's beautiful." "I can hardly believe it's the same ship." "Yeah." "Most of it isn't." "I've replaced the impulse reactor, navigational array, uh, plasma manifolds..." "The list goes on and on." "Just a few more repairs, and she'll be spaceworthy." "Care to do the honors?" "It's almost a shame to break this over the hull." "You have a point." "Oh, oh, be careful-- the upholstery." "I'll send an Engineering team down to clean it up." "To Alice." "To Alice." "So, when's her first flight?" "Well, a couple of days, if I can round up all the parts I need." "You want to come with me?" "Sure there's room?" "It'll be a tight squeeze." "We'll manage." "Hold on." "Something wrong?" "It's these environmental controls." "They need recalibrating." "It is kind of warm in here, isn't it?" "Alice, lower the ambient temperature." "Please specify, Tom." "Five degrees should do it." "Temperature modification complete." "That's some voice." "It came with the ship." "You jealous?" "Maybe I should be." "I hear you've been sleeping here." "When Alice lets me sleep." "Sounds like a real slave driver." "Well, if you're trying to make improvements, you might want to start with these reactant injectors." "The deuterium mix is too high." "Well, that's how Alice likes it." "No, don't touch that." "I was just trying to help." "Well, thanks, but we're fine." ""We"?" "It's a ship, Tom." "Yeah, but she's my ship." "Well, then, maybe I'll leave the two of you alone." "Okay." "I'll see you later." "Thanks for the champagne." "Oh, sorry." "I need to fix that." "30 meters of EPS conduit, a broadband sensor matrix, a tactical data module." "Tom, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but I can't spare these parts right now." "But they're just lying around Cargo Bay 2." "Those are emergency supplies, and this isn't an emergency." "Okay, what if I just replicated some?" "That takes energy, which isn't exactly in abundance at the moment." "Maybe in a few weeks, if we can replenish our power reserve." "A few weeks?" "What am I supposed to do until then?" "Your duties, which you've been neglecting." "You've been late for two shifts in Sick Bay." "You've been distracted on the Bridge." "Maybe it's time you gave this project a rest." "You're right." "I guess I have been overdoing it." "You look run-down." "Maybe you should stop by Sick Bay and have the Doctor take a look at you." "No. I'm fine." "l-l just haven't been getting enough sleep." "Well, your next shift isn't till 0700." "Why don't you do yourself a favor and turn in early?" "Yeah." "Good idea." "One more thing." "I'd appreciate it if you'd shave and change back into your uniform." "We do have protocols." "Yes, sir." "We'll get your Alice flying." "Just give it some time." "Sorry, Alice, we'll have to put the test flight on hold." "All we need is a few lousy spare parts, but to listen to Chakotay, you'd think Voyager would grind to a halt without them." "But we're so close." "Well, he gave me a direct order." "Since when do you care so much about orders?" "I'm already an Ensign." "You want to see me busted down to Cadet?" "Don't take that off." "Well, I'm afraid I have to get back into uniform." "Protocol." "Forget about protocol." "Once my repairs are complete, we can go somewhere together." "Leave Voyager?" "It's been a long time since I met a pilot I've been compatible with." "We can go anywhere you want." "It's very tempting, Alice, but I can't just take off." "What's holding you back?" "My job, for one thing." "My friends..." "B'Elanna." "She doesn't understand you the way I do." "None of them do." "Look, maybe we can make the test flight in a few weeks, and if it goes well, I'm sure the Captain will assign us on missions together, but I can't leave Voyager." "All right." "I'm sure you know what's best for us." "Yeah, I think I do." "You look a little tired." "How about some rest?" "Sit back." "Relax." "Let me help you with this." "What are these?" "Just some modifications I made to your flight suit." "They'll help us work together more closely." "I'll show you." "Activate the interface." "Just for a minute." "You won't regret it." "What do you say we continue with those repairs?" "How's it coming?" "This is the last power cell." "Then we'll just need the data module from Section Beta-12." "What's wrong?" "Well, these relays are just tricky." "That's all." "You're not being honest with me." "I thought we agreed to tell each other everything." "Well, it's just... we're compromising vital systems." "Backup systems." "If there's an emergency, Voyager's going to need them." "If your friends had been more understanding, we wouldn't have to be sneaking around like this." "I've spent the last six years with these people." "They're like my family." "Sometimes you have to leave your family behind." "They're not like us." "They're trapped by rules and regulations." "Velocity, freedom... they'll never understand these things the way we do." "Yeah, maybe you're right." "Of course I am." "You don't belong here." "You belong with me." "You're thinking about your first flight, aren't you?" "Tell me." "Dad took me up in an old S-class shuttle." "Two seats, no warp drive, manual helm controls." "I was eight years old and I was scared out of my wits." "You couldn't keep the ship level." "No, not at first... but then... came this moment of clarity, when suddenly, everything made sense." "The clouds parted." "I was flying." "No matter how many starships I've piloted since then, I'm still chasing that feeling." "Tomorrow, you'll catch it... only this time, there won't be any clumsy controls to get in the way." "Just you... me... and the stars." "Hey." "I wasn't aware you were assigned to Astrometrics." "I was just, uh, passing by." "I guess curiosity got the best of me." "Are you planning an away mission?" "You were charting a course." "Oh, that." "Uh, no, I was just taking a peek at what's ahead of us." "All yours." "You've modified your garment." "Uh, adapted, actually." "I made a few tweaks to enhance Alice's neurogenic interface." "You know, the "merging of man and machine"?" "Perhaps you should learn more about this interface before you attempt to use it." "Convince her it's safe." "I ran diagnostics of every system onboard that ship." "There's nothing to worry about." "Perhaps I should examine it." "Make an excuse and leave." "It's nice of you to offer, but it's really not necessary." "I have to get back to work." "Power fluctuation's down to 4.7 percent." "Looks like Abaddon's regulators might work out after all." "Keep at it-- the last thing we need is a temperamental power supply." "Bad day at the office?" "Bad night with Tom Paris." "You're his best friend, right?" "So he tells me." "So, maybe you can explain why every time he finds a new hobby, I go right out the airlock." "I wouldn't take it personally." "The Ferengi call it the Five Stages of Acquisition:" "Infatuation, Justification, Appropriation," "Obsession and Resale." "Seems like you've only got one stage left before he loses interest in that ship." "Then he's all yours again." "Until the next infatuation." "We've got a .003 drop in the warp field output." "That's within parameters." "Not on my watch." "Somebody's removed four power cells from the secondary warp assembly without authorization." "Whoever it was tried to cover his tracks by rerouting power from adjacent cells." "Should we tell Tuvok?" "Don't bother." "This is an open-and-shut case." "Tom Paris!" "Well, Alice... looks like you've been borrowing my things without permission." "Hey!" "Computer, open the hatch." "Unable to comply." "Warning." "Life support failure." "Torres to the Bridge." "Torres to Chakotay!" "Anybody!" "B'Elanna, what are you doing here?" "Let me out of here!" "What the hell happened in there?" "Your ship tried to kill me." "That's ridiculous." "It sealed the... the hatch, vented the atmosphere." "You must have accidentally tripped the environmental controls." "Don't you try to tell me this was an accident." "What else could it have been?" "How about "pilot error"?" "Are you saying that this was my fault?" "What's gotten into you?" "You've been stealing components, Tom." "Oh... I found the power cells." "A few spare parts?" "You're overreacting." "Am I?" "Where are you going?" "To talk to the Captain." "Wait." "There's something wrong with you." "Listen to me!" "Are you out of your mind?" "Stay out of this, B'Elanna!" "Or what?" "You'll sic Alice on me again?" "Let her go." "What were you thinking?" "!" "You could've killed her!" "She broke into my database." "She was going to discover our flight plan." "Not that it matters now." "What is that supposed to mean?" "Keep your voice down." "Once your girlfriend talks to the Captain, they'll drag you straight to Sick Bay." "One neural scan, and they'll know all about us." "Well, maybe it's time they did." "Think you can just walk away?" "Watch me." "So, I guess this is the real Tom Paris." "Life throws up a few roadblocks, and he heads for the nearest exit." "Get away from me!" "I need you." "You should've thought of that before you tried to kill B'Elanna." "Sick Bay." "Remember how you felt when you first saw me?" "You knew we were meant to be together." "l was wrong." "Think of how it feels when you're sitting at the helm" "and the interface is active." "lt's over, Alice!" "One way or the other, I'm getting the hell away from you." "I'm sorry you feel that way." "What are you doing to me?" "!" "Convincing you to do the right thing." "Take us to the Shuttle Bay." "We're leaving Voyager." "No!" "Please, Tom." "I don't want to hurt you." "The Shuttle Bay, now." "Deck 10." "Shuttle Bay." "This isn't the first time you and Tom have had an argument about how he spends his free time." "This wasn't a lovers' quarrel." "Captain, he practically assaulted me." "Well, that doesn't sound like Tom." "It wasn't Tom." "It was Alice." "Now you've lost me." "That's the name that he's calling this new ship." "Ever since he started working on it, he hasn't slept." "He's become irritable, irrational... lt's not just me;" "Chakotay and Harry have noticed the same thing." "This new ship-- it has some kind of neurogenic interface." "Exactly. lt must be having some kind of an effect on him." "All right, I'll have the Doctor take a look at him, but in the meantime, I want you..." "Captain, we have an unauthorized launch in progress." "Seal the Shuttle Bay doors." "Too late." "He's out." "His shields are up." "I can't get a transporter lock." "Tractor beam." "They're trying to tractor us." "Stop them." "l can't." "You'll be able to maneuver much better if you complete the interface." "How?" "Activate the connector sequence." "We're one now, Tom." "Think of what you want me to do, and I'll do it." "We can disrupt their tractor beam... with an optronic pulse." "Good." "You have access to our weapons." "Use them." "He's charging weapons." "Full power to the shields." "He's disrupting our tractor beam." "lncrease power to the emitters." "We'll drag him in by his heels if we have to." "He's broken free, Captain." "Janeway to Paris." "Stand down and return to Voyager immediately." "I'm with Alice now, Captain." "Let us go." "You know I can't do that, Tom." "She'll do anything to get you back." "I don't blame her for that, but we have to stop her." "How?" "You know." "He's coming about." "He's charging weapons again." "Direct hit." "Return fire." "He's gone to warp." "Track him." "He masked his warp signature." "He's gone." ""And Daedalus fashioned wings from wax and feathers and used them to escape his prison."" "That's one of my favorite myths." "I know." "But you left out the part where Icarus flew too close to the sun and his wings melted." "Poetic license." "Besides, if we get too close to a star, we have multiphasic shielding to protect us." "What is it?" "My arms." "They feel numb." "Who needs arms when you have wings?" "You're becoming a part of me now." "Our potential is unlimited." "Forget the old Tom Paris." "He doesn't exist anymore." "You know my policy." "We're not looking for a refund-- just some information." "That's one commodity i don't keep in stock." "I suggest you look elsewhere." "Not until we get some answers." "You'll find I'm prepared to deal with disgruntled customers." "Captain, I'm reading active weapons signatures on three of the derelict ships." "They are targeting Voyager." "Before we take actions we both might regret," "Mr. Neelix has something to show you." "I wanted to say, uh... thank you for this..." "lost treasure." "A beryllium crystal." "I'm surprised a trader of your distinction would let this slip through this fingers." "I could say all trades are final, but we'd be willing to give it back in exchange for some cooperation." "Haunted?" "That's what the Haakonian told me when he traded her." "I blamed his wild stories on isolation sickness and then took the ship off his hands." "Did you ever notice anything odd about the ship?" "Odd?" "You could say that." "I tried turning her into a towing vessel." "She was cooperative at first, but then she began to require constant... I hope you haven't forgotten me." "Mr. Abaddon?" "Wh-where was I?" "Constant repairs." "Right." "Please... I wasn't going to tell them anything." "Who are you speaking to?" "No one. l-l-l have to leave now." "I'll return the items you traded for the ship." "Leave me alone." "I did what you told me." "I found you a pilot." "What is it-- what are you seeing?" "It's her." "She's right in front of me." "There's no one there." "Transport me back now." "Janeway to Sick Bay." "Medical emergency." "He suffered a cerebral hemorrhage." "Fortunately, I was able to repair the damage in time." "What caused it?" "It appears his neural pathways were recently restructured." "I detected a neurogenic signature." "Looks like Alice got to him, too." "Wake him." "Oh." "She was here." "The woman you saw was an hallucination created by the derelict ship's neurogenic interface." "I've given you a cortical suppressant." "She won't be bothering you anymore." "Tell me, what does this ship want with our crewman?" "She can't fly herself." "She needs a pilot-- a biological entity to work in tandem with her programming." "Well, if all she needed was a pilot, why didn't she just recruit you?" "I wasn't compatible." "She... said my reflexes were too slow, that I was as useless as the junk that I traded, that I couldn't get her to where she needed to go." "Don't ask me for the coordinates." "She never told me." "Just insisted that I get her a real pilot." "I'm sorry I didn't warn you before." "I couldn't resist her." "Seven of Nine to Captain Janeway." "Please report to Astrometrics." "I've managed to reconstruct the data" "Ensign Paris was working on." "My suspicion was correct." "It is a course trajectory." "Let's see it." "It terminates in Spatial Grid 867." "Looks uninhabited." "It's empty space with the exception of a small anomaly." "A particle fountain." "The Federation lost more than a dozen ships examining a similar phenomenon in the Alpha Quadrant." "Relay the coordinates to the Bridge." "Take us out of warp." "Can you see it now?" "Yes." "What is it?" "Home." "Distance?" "Six million kilometers." "Decrease speed to one-quarter impulse." "Full power to shields." "I'm detecting a vessel off our starboard bow." "It's Tom." "He's headed right for the anomaly." "Can you get a transporter lock?" "No, ma'am, not with those multiphasic shields in place." "Are we in hailing range?" "Opening a channel." "He's responding." "Keep your distance, Captain, or we'll open fire." "Tom, listen to me." "The neurogenic interface is affecting your judgment." "Drop your shields and let us beam you aboard." "Ignore them." "Keep going." "He's not responding." "Target his propulsion systems and fire." "Direct hit." "The vessel's shields are holding." "Doctor to the Bridge." "Cease fire." "Ensign Paris' neural readings are fluctuating." "His synaptic functions have become linked to the ship." "If we keep firing, we could injure him severely." "Acknowledged." "Tuvok, stand down." "We've got ten minutes until he reaches the particle fountain." "is there any way to disable their shields without firing weapons?" "If I could access their main computer and transmit a shutdown sequence..." "Problem is, Tom and Alice would detect it." "They'd compensate." "Unless we find a way to distract them." "Bridge to the Doctor." "Go ahead." "Any progress on your analysis of the neurogenic interface?" "Not yet, Captain." "Would it be possible to tap into the interface using a com signal?" "I believe so, but I don't know what that would accomplish." "You've got five minutes; do it." "And tell B'Elanna to prepare for an away mission." "Captain?" "We're four minutes away." "Bridge to Sick Bay." "Status?" "Stand by, Captain." "I'm making the final adjustments." "I'm not sure how I feel about getting inside Tom's head." "Maybe you'll be able to explain a few things when you get back." "I knew you were the one." "No one's ever gotten me this close before." "I'll have you home in just a few minutes." "I promise you won't be disappointed." "Don't believe her." "Where's Alice?" "There is no Alice." "She's a pile of circuits in this ship's computer core." "You're letting a program delude you." "Doctor to Bridge." "She's in." "Now." "Accessing their main computer." "You don't understand." "This is what I've always dreamed of." "You're still dreaming, and when you wake up, you're in for a big surprise." "Alice needs me." "So do I." "Nice sentiment, but it's a lie." "Your family will do anything to keep us apart." "Don't listen to them." "Tom, it's me, B'Elanna." "Alice is an illusion." "I'm giving you what you always wanted-- something they could never do." "Does that sound like an illusion?" "I can't... think." "Leave me alone, both of you." "They've accessed our systems." "They're trying to disable my shields." "Stop them." "Focus on me." "Listen to me." "My shields are failing." "Do something!" "It's time to come home." "Tom." "No!" "Hang on." "We're going to get you out of here." "Tom!" "No!" "I've got it, Captain." "Their shields are down." "Beam him to Sick Bay." "There's too much interference from the particle fountain." "I'm boosting the confinement beam." "Try it now." "We've got him!" "Alice is losing helm control." "Resume course to the Alpha Quadrant." "You'll need a few days to fully recover." "Think you can manage to stay off your feet for that long?" "If he doesn't, I'll break his legs." "Well, then, I'll leave you to B'Elanna's tender mercies." "I've got something for you." "It's a get well card from Naomi Wildman." "It's a pretty good likeness of you, but I don't think she quite captured my eyes." "I'm sorry... for everything." "It wasn't your fault." "But I remember all of it... everything I said, everything I did... lt was like I was sleepwalking." "The important thing is you woke up." "Yeah." "Thanks for being my alarm clock." "Anytime." "From now on... I promise no more affairs with strange ships." "What about the Delta Flyer?" "We're just friends."