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She's not just out of control,
she's out of her mind!

If you will explain
what happened, Lieutenant.

She hit me is what happened!

Your nose is broken
in three places.

I'll need to reset
the ethmoid fossa.

Try not to move.

We were having a disagreement
about the power grid.

She wanted to realign
the lateral plasma conduit.

I told her

that would cause
an overload.

As usual,

she wouldn't listen.

So I told her to step aside
and let me handle it.

She pushed me away
from the console.

I pushed back.

Next thing I knew,
I was lying on the deck

with blood pouring
down my face.

Then what happened?

She said, "Sorry.

Maybe you should go
to Sick Bay."

At least she gave
you some good advice.

Now...

Ow!

Hold still.

Don't worry, Lieutenant,
I'll take care of this.

You keep that woman
out of my Engine Room

and everything will be fine!

Ow!

Where is Ms. Torres?

I've confined
her to quarters.

I would like her moved
to the brig

until formal charges
can be filed.

Formal charges?
Come on, Tuvok.

We're 75 years away
from the nearest court.

You're really going

to hold her in the brig
for that long?

The Captain
has the authority

to try Ms. Torres
here on the ship,

considering the extenuating
circumstances.

Well, I'd like to
settle this on my own

without filing charges

and without involving
the Captain.

She struck
a fellow officer--

that is a
court-martial offense.

She's a Maquis,
and in the Maquis,

sometimes you
have to push people

out of your way
to get things done.

Ms. Torres is no longer
a member of the Maquis

and with all due respect,
Commander, neither are you.

Allowing Ms. Torres
to get away

with a clear violation
of regulations

sets a bad example
for the rest of the crew.

It makes it appear
as though you are

showing favoritism
toward the Maquis.

Look, Lieutenant,
I don't have

to explain myself to you.

I'll deal with
B'Elanna personally

and then I'll
inform the Captain.

You're to drop this matter.

That's an order.

I will yield my authority
in this case to you.

However, I will make
a full report

in my Security Log.

You do that.

Sir, we heard
what happened.

What are they going
to do with B'Elanna?

I don't know yet,
but I'll handle it.

We heard that
Captain Janeway

is going to put her in
the brig for two months.

And that all the
Maquis are going

to be restricted
to quarters

when they're not on duty?

Not true.

We just want
you to know,

that if things do
get out of hand,

we're ready to back you.

What does that mean?

In case you want

to take control of the ship,
you have our full support.

If I ever hear you
talk that way again,

I'll personally throw you
in the brig for mutiny.

( breathing heavily )

( door chimes )

( growls )

Here.

What's this?

The medical report
on Lieutenant Carey.

Lieutenant Carey is an idiot!

When I tell you...

I don't want to hear it!

You might be interested
to know that

the impact fractures
along his cranium

were pretty severe.

If you'd hit him
just a little harder,

you could have driven
some of those bones

into his cerebellum.

I didn't even come close
to hitting him that hard.

So on the one side,
I'm facing a Vulcan

who wants to court-martial you,

and on the other,
I'm facing all the Maquis

who are ready to seize
this ship over this.

You've turned this into
one lousy day for me,

Torres.

So, how long do I
have to stay in here?

Rest of the trip-- 75 years.

I've never found
your twisted sense of humor

very funny, Chakotay.

Or I could send you back to work
with the understanding

that you'll apologize to...

Apologize?!
He was the one who...

Not just a simple apology,
a personal one...

over a hot cup
of pejuta.

Bond with the man.

I am not going
to bond with him.

You're going to need
support from people like Carey.

I don't need support
from anybody.

You are if you're going to be
Chief Engineer of this ship.

Right.

This is not

another example of my twisted
sense of humor.

But Carey's next in line.

You're a better engineer
than he is.

What does the Captain have

to say about this?

She hasn't said a word...

because I haven't told her yet.

Captain's Log,
Stardate 48439.7.

As we maintain a course

back to the Alpha Quadrant,
we're conducting

what would normally be routine
maintenance to the ship--

routine, that is,
if we had access to a starbase.

Engine efficiency is down
another 14 percent.

If we don't get more power
to the warp drive,

we're all going to have
to get out and push.

What about
alternative energy sources?

Ensign Kim, have you had
any luck getting power

from the holodeck reactors?

Not yet.

We tried hooking them
to the power grid

and we ended up blowing out
half the relays.

The holodeck's energy matrix,
it just isn't compatible

with the other
power systems.

CHAKOTAY:
Captain, if we relocate

all security personnel
to Deck 7,

we can shut down power
on Deck 9

and reroute it
to propulsion.

That would be inconvenient,
but acceptable.

Fine. Now let's

move on
to the personnel situation.

We still have...

( door opening )

Sorry we're late,
but I wasn't informed

there was a meeting
this morning.

Oh, there don't seem
to be enough chairs.

Neelix, this is a briefing
for the Senior Officers.

I see.

Well, I...

I am the senior
Talaxian on board.

Kes is the senior Ocampa.

And I do know more about
this region of space

than any other member
of the crew.

We have some excellent
suggestions, Captain.

Very well.

You're welcome to join us,
this time.

Here you are.

To be honest, we could use
some excellent suggestions

right now.

I've been thinking
that you might be able

to convert one of
your lower decks

into a hydroponics bay
to grow your own food.

I understand that
the replicators are down

and that the emergency rations
won't hold out much longer.

What about Cargo Bay 2?

It was designed
for organic storage

and it already has adjustable
environmental controls.

When can you start?

Me?

It's your idea.

It's your project.

Right away.

I can do some wonderful things
with vegetables, Captain.

My feragoit goulash

is known across
12 star systems.

Okay.

The personnel situation.

We've managed to
find a replacement

for the Transporter Chief,

but we still need
an Astrogation Plotter,

a Chief Engineer,

medical support
personnel.

I've made a list
of several Maquis crew members

who would make good officers.

B'Elanna Torres?

She was the one involved

in that incident
with Mr. Carey.

That's right.

Just what job do you
think she's suited for?

Chief Engineer.

You're serious.

Very.

Regarding Sick Bay...

we still need a Chief
Medical Officer.

What about that electronic
man down in Sick Bay?

It is an emergency
medical hologram

and its abilities are limited.

It can only operate
within the confines of Sick Bay.

Not to mention
its lousy bedside manner.

CHAKOTAY:
Perhaps we should assign

somebody to train
with the hologram

as a Field Medic.

Good idea.

Lieutenant, I understand
you studied biochemistry

at the Academy?

Uh, only two semesters.

Close enough.

You just volunteered
to become

a Field Medic.

Report to Sick Bay

as soon as we're
finished here.

But, Captain...

JANEWAY:
Stations, everyone.

( alarm blaring )

Report!

We're running into some kind
of spatial distortions.

Mr. Tuvok?

The distortions
are emanating

from a highly
localized disturbance

in the space-time continuum.

Distance-- 20,000 kilometers
off the port bow.

All stop.

On screen.

Gravimetric flux density
is over 2,000 percent.

If I'm not mistaken,

we're looking at a type-4
quantum singularity.

( console beeping )

Captain, I am receiving
an audio transmission...

from within the singularity.

On speakers.

( heavy static ):
This is ... ship

... singularity...

( static obscures transmission )

I think I've found
the source of the transmission.

Does it look like any ship
you're familiar with?

No.

Nothing I recognize...

but then it's, it's
so hard to make out.

They may be trapped
in the event horizon.

Open a channel.

This is Captain Kathryn Janeway
of the Starship Voyager

to the vessel near
the quantum singularity.

Do you need help?

Event horizon?

A singularity is a star

that's collapsed in on itself.

The event horizon is
a very powerful energy field

surrounding it.

Why, once on a particularly
dangerous trade mission

to the twin stars of Keloda,

I myself was almost
trapped inside...

TUVOK:
No response to our hail,

Captain.

Can we tractor the vessel out?

No. The subspace interference
is too heavy.

Captain, we're less
than three light-years

from Ilidaria.

They have sophisticated
technology.

They might be able to help

and they're quite friendly...

most of the time.

No. It looks like
it's being pulled in

toward the singularity.

We have to get it out
of the event horizon.

Bridge to Torres.

We need a way to get
that ship out of there.

Any ideas?

I was thinking we could
remodulate a tractor beam

to match the subspace

interference.

It might be enough to cut
through the event horizon.

A subspace
tractor beam.

Exactly.

When can you
have it ready?

Two hours, maybe three.

Get right on it.

Use as many people
as you need.

Mr. Carey,
what do you think?

With the right field modulation,

it might work

but we'll need more power
to the emitter array.

Very well.
You're in charge, Mr. Carey.

Report to me
when the tractor beam is ready.

Aye, Captain.

Mr. Paris.

Hold our position here.

I'd like to see you
in private.

We have a problem

and I think it's
time we discuss it.

Captain, I appreciate
your concerns

about Torres,
but I promise you...

You don't understand,
Commander.

This isn't about Torres.

My problem is with you.

Me?

Let me be blunt.

What you tried to do
just now was out of line.

In what way?

When you decided

to call Torres in Engineering.

I've worked with her.

I know what she's capable of.

We needed an answer right away

and I knew
she could give us one.

Carey is the Senior Officer
in Engineering.

If you look at it that way,

none of my people
will ever have seniority.

That's the problem,
right there.

They're not your people.

You're treating
the Maquis on this ship

like they're still your crew.

I'm doing everything I can
to integrate them into your crew

but frankly, you're not
making it easy for me, Captain.

I can't make it
easy, Commander.

Surely you can
understand that.

They don't have
the discipline.

They don't have
the training.

But some of them,
like B'Elanna Torres

have the ability.

The Starfleet officers
on this ship

have worked all their lives
to earn their commissions.

How am I supposed to ask them

to accept a Maquis
as their superior officer

just because circumstances
have forced us together?

You're asking them to accept me.

You're qualified.

You're a graduate of the Academy

and you have
Starfleet command experience.

Permission to speak freely.

Go ahead.

I have no intention of being
your token Maquis officer.

Show me another qualified
Maquis candidate

and I'll consider him.

B'Elanna Torres.

Who cannot control herself

and who could not make it
through the Academy.

She's the best engineer
I've ever known.

She could teach at the Academy.

You're right, Captain.

I do consider these my people

because nobody else on this ship

will look out for them
like I will.

And I'm telling you,

you're going to have
to give them more authority

if you want their loyalty.

Theirs...

or yours, Commander?

I'm trying to help you.

I'm sorry you don't see that.

I strongly recommend
you get to know Torres

before you choose
a new Chief Engineer.

Permission to leave.

Dismissed.

Computer, activate the emergency
medical holographic system.

Please state the nature
of the medical emergency.

Actually, there is no emergency.

I'm creating a hydroponics bay.

I was told you could provide me

with some nitrogenated
soil samples.

That's it?

I'm sorry if...

So it begins.

The trivia of medicine
is my domain now.

Every runny nose,
stubbed toe, pimple on a cheek

becomes my responsibility.

You are the only
doctor we have.

I am not just a doctor.

I've been designed
with the information

from 2,000
medical reference sources

and the experience of 47
individual medical officers.

I am the embodiment
of modern medicine.

( sighs )

How much dirt do you need?

Four samples
will be enough.

( sighs )

Now I know how Hippocrates felt

when the king needed
him to trim a hangnail.

You're very sensitive,
aren't you?

As a medical practitioner,

I require a certain
sensitivity

to properly
address a patient.

I'm talking about you
as a person.

I am merely a hologram.

Doctor, has your program
altered your appearance

since I came to Sick Bay?

No.

Why?

When I first came in

your head was at the same
height as this cabinet

but now you look at least
ten centimeters shorter.

I've just run a diagnostic
on my imaging processor.

It shows that I've been reduced
in height by 10.4 centimeters.

Sick Bay to Operations.

This is Kim.

The holographic projector
in here is malfunctioning.

Would you send a repair crew
down right away?

We're a little busy right now.

We'll get to it

as soon as we can.

It's just that I'm...

Kim out.

Well...

seems like a very busy day
in Operations.

I'm sorry
I bothered you with this.

No trouble at all.

Just turn off the program
before you leave.

What's your name?

What purpose would a name
serve a hologram?

I'd just like to know what
to call you besides "Doctor."

I guess they never thought

I'd be around
long enough to need one.

What's your name?

Kes.

Kes.

I'm glad I could help you today.

Computer, end program.

Carey to Bridge.

The subspace tractor beam

is on line
and ready to go, Captain.

Acknowledged.

Mr. Tuvok, lock onto that ship.

Engaging tractor beam.

It's working.

The beam is penetrating
the event horizon.

Engineering,
check your power levels.

I'm showing

massive fluctuations.

Damn it! The new relays on
the power grid aren't holding!

We're being pulled
toward the singularity!

What's going on?

Power to the tractor beam
is down 80 percent.

The gravimetric force
of the singularity

is pulling us in.

Impulse engines, full reverse.

Disengage the tractor beam.

I can't shut it down!

The emitter relays are locked.

I'm picking up hull stress
all over the ship.

If we keep engines
at full reverse

while the tractor beam's
engaged,

it'll pull
the ship apart.

Cut the engines!

We're moving forward again.

Engineering, get that
tractor beam off-line!

Captain, I can shut it down,

but I'll have to get in there

and physically cut
the main power feed.

Do it!

Tractor beam disengaged.

Move us to a safe distance,
Mr. Paris.

Are we abandoning
the rescue attempt?

No, but we are going
to need some help.

Lay in a course for
the Ilidaria system.

Full impulse.

Have Mr. Neelix
report to the Bridge.

It looks like we're

going to follow his
suggestion after all.

( door chimes )

Come in.

You asked to see me,
Captain.

Have a seat.

I just want you to know

that I have personally gone over
every emitter relay again

and refitted
four of them myself.

No one blames you
for what happened.

Commander Chakotay
thinks very highly of you.

He's recommended you
for Chief Engineer.

Well, uh...

we've, uh, we've been
through a few scrapes together.

Do you think you're ready?

Ready?

Ready to be Chief Engineer
on a starship.

Well, I think I know my way
around an Engine Room,

if that's what you mean.

It's part of what I mean.

There's also the matter

of your ability
to command others.

I'm not sure
I'd be doing you a favor

by putting you in charge
down there.

There'd be a lot
of hard feelings toward you

from many
of the Starfleet people.

I'm not bothered
by what people think of me.

And the job requires knowledge
of Starfleet protocol,

experience with Starfleet
methodologies...

Listen, Captain

if you don't think
I'm right for this job

just say so.

I'll be honest.

I'm not sure whether
you are or not.

That's why I wanted to meet,

try to get to know
you a little better.

I've been studying
your Academy record.

Where did you get that?

Thanks to Tuvok,
we had the names

of your entire crew
by the time we left DS9.

Four disciplinary hearings,
one suspension.

You had quite a turbulent
couple of years,

didn't you?

Yeah, I guess
you could say that.

What do you think
the problem was?

The problem?
The problem was a system

that didn't give anyone
a chance to breathe.

We work under that same system
on this ship.

Then I guess maybe
this is just a bad idea.

Why did you quit
the Academy, B'Elanna?

I didn't want to have anything
to do with Starfleet then,

and I'm sorry
that I have to now.

( sighs )

DOCTOR:
Sick Bay to Captain Janeway.

Yes, Doctor?

May I request you activate
monitor input 47--

your emergency
medical holograph channel?

Of course.

I'm getting
a distorted transmission.

No. In fact, that is
how I appear at present.

I'm... shrinking.

Shrinking?

There appears
to be a malfunction

in my imaging system.

It's been reducing
my height

by five centimeters every hour.

I've been waiting all day
for repairs.

That is not, however,
what I am calling about.

Over the past three hours,
nine crew members have reported

unusual symptoms--
severe headaches,

muscle spasms
and sudden waves of dizziness.

All of this could be related
to the quantum singularity.

Quantum singularity?

It was sending out
strong spatial distortions.

They might have affected
the crew

and your systems as well.

You know, Captain,
if we were in the vicinity

of a quantum singularity,
I should have been informed.

You're right.

I'll look into linking your
program into the ship's data.

Hello? Captain?

( door opens )

Hello!

Report.

It looks like we're running
into more spatial distortions.

KIM:
I'm picking up a highly

localized disturbance
off the port bow.

On screen.

Mr. Tuvok?

It is another type-4

quantum
singularity.

Physical and temporal
dimensions are identical

to the one
we encountered earlier.

Captain, according
to these readings,

we've returned
to our previous coordinates.

This isn't another singularity.

It's the same one.

Check the navigational logs.

Confirm our position.

Well, they show
we've traveled

1.4 light-years away
from the anomaly,

but I've confirmed our position
against the star chart.

We're definitely back
where we started.

It doesn't
make sense.

They can't both
be right.

We're either still at the
singularity or we're not.

Well, we can see

the singularity,
so I tend to believe

that the external sensors
are correct.

TUVOK:
That would imply
there was

something wrong
with the warp drive

and the navigational logs.

Mr. Paris, lay in a course
away from the singularity.

This time at maximum warp.

Ensign Kim, I want you

to keep a sensor lock
on the singularity.

Verify that we're moving
away from it.

Engage.

Distance from the singularity

is ten million kilometers
and increasing.

Warp engines holding steady.

All systems report normal.

11 million.

12 million.

( console beeping )

I don't get it.

Mr. Paris,
have we altered course?

No, we're still steady
on 310 mark 215.

Then something's
really wrong here.

It's ahead of us again.

Confirmed.

We're back
at the same coordinates.

All stop.

Ensign Kim,
transfer all the data

on the spatial distortions
we encountered

to my ready room.

I'm going to begin
my own analysis.

Commander,
have all departments

run complete
system diagnostics.

I'll expect a full report
from all senior officers

at 1500 hours.

Who will represent
Engineering?

Lieutenant Carey.

You should invite
B'Elanna Torres as well,

unless you've removed her
from consideration.

Fine.

The Captain says
she wants you

to attend the staff
meeting this afternoon.

Oh.

Well, I'll give you
a full report on what happens.

I'll be there, too.

Just remember, Torres,
I'm the Senior Officer

and I speak for Engineering.

Try not to say anything

unless someone
asks you a question.

1500 hours, Deck 1.

Don't be late.

You should have broken
more than his nose.

I've taken a look
at every major subsystem

and there's no sign
of any trouble.

What about the
navigational array?

We'll have the results
in about an hour.

So, I hear there's been
some trouble

down in Engineering.

There was an altercation,
but it has been resolved.

Oh, that's not
what I hear.

I hear that the whole
department's up in arms.

That the Maquis
and Starfleet people

are almost at
each other's throats.

I will never
cease to be amazed

by the human capacity
for hyperbole.

The situation may be
characterized as tense,

but one could hardly say

that they are about
to become violent.

Well, I just hope
you're right.

I mean, things are bad enough
around here without... ow!

Are you all right?

Yeah. I just have this
splitting headache, and... ow!

I'd better get you
to Sick Bay.

Just dizzy. Can't...

Can't focus.

27 other crew members
have now reported the symptoms

and yet, when I
examined each of them,

I couldn't find anything wrong.

I have no diagnosis,
no prognosis,

no recommended treatment.

I'll contact you when I have
something more to contribute.

And by the way, I am now
68 centimeters shorter.

I'd appreciate it if someone

would repair
my holographic projectors

before I have trouble
reaching my patients.

I've finished my study
of the spatial distortions

coming from the singularity.

I can give you a
long, boring analysis.

Suffice it to say, I don't
know what's going on.

The readings
are confused,

the data
is contradictory.

None of it

makes any sense.

Anyone have anything
more constructive?

Ship-wide diagnostics

have revealed nothing
out of the ordinary.

I tried sending out
a tachyon signal,

to scan the singularity,
but all I got back was static.

B'Elanna, do you think
you can work with Mr. Carey

to clean up that signal?

Yes.

Good.

But it won't work.

I mean, it was a
good idea to try it,

but... it won't work.

You have another idea?

I was just thinking
about the problem

with the Doctor's
holographic projectors.

It seems like the
spatial distortions

might be interfering

with the projector's
phase alignment.

That was my guess, too.

If that's the case,

I could screen out
those distortions

by setting up a
localized damping field

around the projectors.

Is our priority here really

the medical
holograph system?

My point is that if
the spatial distortions

are also interfering
with the transmission

we received from
the other ship...

We could set up
a similar field

around our
external sensors

and communicate
with them.

Exactly.

And they may know more about
what's going on than we do.

Let's give it a try.

Dismissed.

Emitters on line.

I'm rerouting
the damping field

through
the deflector grid.

Open a channel
to the other ship.

( heavy static ):
This is ... singularity ...

Ramping up field intensity.

It's working.

We're cutting through
the distortions.

This is ... to the vessel
near the ...

Remodulate the EM band.

See if you can clear it up
a little more.

Compensating for
amplitude distortion.

( mild static ):
This is Captain Kathryn Janeway
of the Starship Voyager

to the vessel
near the quantum singularity.

Do you need help?

That's your hail.

TORRES:
I'm applying

the damping field
to our visual scanners.

I'll see if I can clarify
the image.

It's the Voyager.

It's us.

Sensors confirm
it's definitely USS Voyager.

I've been hailing the ship
on all frequencies.

No response.

I don't think you'll get
a response, Lieutenant.

That message we unscrambled

is the same message I sent out
nine hours ago.

Could we have traveled
back in time

and met ourselves?

No, that's not it.

I think I have an explanation.

Think of it like this.

You're sitting
at the bottom of a pond,

which is frozen over

and you look up
at the surface and you see

a reflection of yourself.

Now you might think you're
looking at another person

sitting at the bottom
of another pond

looking back at you.

And in this case,
we'd be staring up

at the surface
of the event horizon

and seeing a time-delayed
reflection of ourselves.

Are you saying...

we're the ones trapped
in the singularity?

Unfortunately, yes.

You're right.

It's the only theory
that explains

everything
that's happened to us.

We've probably been
in this singularity

since we felt the first jolt.

PARIS:
Wait a minute, wait.

Wait a minute.
Let me get this straight.

We were cruising along
at warp seven.

Then we pick up a distress call

and moved in to investigate.

But now, you're saying
that the other ship

is actually just
a reflection of us

and that the distress call
is actually

just the Captain's opening hail.

But we picked up
the distress call

before she sent the hail.

How could we have been seeing

a reflection of something
we hadn't even done yet?

Am I making any sense here?

No, but that's okay.

One of the more difficult
concepts to grasp

in temporal mechanics

is that sometimes
effect can precede cause.

A reaction
can be observed

before the action

which initiated it.

So, what do we do to get out?

I'm not sure,

but I do know one thing.

That as we slide deeper
into the singularity,

the spacial distortions
are increasing.

According to my calculations,

within nine hours,
they'll crush the ship.

If your analogy's

correct, how do we get
through that sheet of ice?

Look for a crack.

Or make a crack.

Take something and
smack it into the ice

until it buckles.

Wait a minute.

What if we've already
made a crack in the ice?

When we first entered
the event horizon.

If we could find
our entry point,

we might be able to slip out
the way we came in.

So, we'd be looking for
a subspace instability

in the event horizon.

What would make it show
up on our sensors?

BOTH:
Warp particles.

If we saturate
the event horizon

with warp particles,

we might be able to
see them escaping

through the rupture we
made when we entered.

Mr. Tuvok, take the main
deflector off-line.

Mr. Kim, reroute the port
and starboard plasma flow

to the main deflector.

We can use it to
generate a warp field.

Deflectors off-line.

Initializing plasma flow.

Release the warp particles.

Scanning the singularity.

Anything?

Not yet.

Warp particles
at full intensity.

I'm picking up something--

a slight irregularity.

It could be a rupture
in the event horizon.

Put it on screen.

It is a rupture, Captain.

It's 50 meters by...

ten meters.

Oh, it's too small.

It must have collapsed since
we first passed through it.

We found the crack.

That's the
important thing.

Now, how do we
make it bigger?

Put a wedge in it
and force it open.

We could try
a dekyon beam.

All right,
a dekyon beam.

Mr. Paris,
bring us closer.

Captain, if we get too close
to the rupture,

our warp engines

might make it collapse
even further.

Can we emit a
beam from here?

The rupture's over 50 million
kilometers away.

We don't have enough power.

to project
a dekyon beam that far.

We'll have to take
a shuttlecraft.

You'll need the best pilot

you've got in that
shuttle, Captain.

That'll be me.

Getting there is
the easy part, Mr. Paris.

We need someone who's familiar

with the finer points
of temporal mechanics,

and unless you've been
hiding your credentials,

I don't think that's you.

B'Elanna, you're with me.

The Bridge is yours,
Commander.

We've cleared Voyager.

Shields at
full strength.

We'll reach the rupture

in approximately
four and a half minutes.

Let's get that dekyon beam
on line.

Remodulating
emitters.

Captain... I want
to apologize

for losing my temper.

In your ready room?

I think maybe
you were hitting

a little bit too close
to home, you know?

I respect Chakotay,

but he's wrong.

I'm not officer material
and we both know it.

The truth is, I quit
the Academy because...

I realized I couldn't
make it in Starfleet.

And, believe me, no one
was sorry to see me go.

Professor Chapman was.

What?

He put a letter
in your permanent file

saying that, should you ever
reapply, he would support you.

He thought you were
one of the most

promising cadets
he'd ever taught.

I fought with him
almost every day.

I was always questioning his,
his methods, his assumptions,

and he was always slapping
me down like some upstart kid.

I was surprised he didn't
help me pack my bags.

Some professors like students

who challenge their assumptions,
B'Elanna.

And so do some captains.

Professor Chapman
wasn't alone.

to be an outstanding officer.

You had more friends at the
Academy than you realized.

We're 15 kilometers
from the rupture.

Start charging
the dekyon beam.

Dekyon beam on line.

Shields down to 62 percent.

Increase speed.

We have to get to that rupture

before these spatial distortions
tear us apart.

All right.

Let's open this hole in the ice
a little wider.

Initiate the dekyon beam.

( alarm beeping )

They've widened the rupture
by almost 35 percent.

PARIS:
They'll have to widen it
twice that much

before Voyager can
make it through.

Hold our position.

Mr. Tuvok, report.

The spatial distortions
are increasing.

KIM:
Hull integrity
has dropped

18 percent.

We've widened the opening
by over 65 percent.

I'd like another five
for safety.

We're losing power.

I don't think we're going
to get any more, Captain.

Let's get back to Voyager.

TUVOK:
The shuttle is returning,
Commander.

It appears as though
they've been damaged.

Their com system's down.

I am unable to raise them.

KIM:
The rupture's
now 120 meters

in diameter.

That leaves us with less

than two meters' clearance
on either side.

Mr. Paris, as soon as we've
recovered the shuttlecraft,

lay in a course
toward the rupture

and take us out.

Aye, sir.

Well, this is a problem.

JANEWAY:
One of them is
a temporal reflection

but which one?

I'm getting identical readings
from both ships.

Captain, the rupture

is starting to
collapse again.

If Voyager doesn't
get through it

within the next five minutes,
they'll never get out.

That means we have

one chance
to pick the correct ship.

Simple choice--

port or starboard?

Starboard.
Port.

The port ship is more likely
to be the real one.

It's closer to the rupture.

That means... that means
they're holding position

as close as they can
to the rupture,

waiting for us to dock
before they head out.

No. It may be closer
to the rupture,

but it's facing
the wrong direction.

The starboard ship is
facing away from us.

That means

they're trying to give us
easy access to the shuttlebay.

There has to
be some way

to tell them apart

besides which direction
they're facing.

The starboard ship's thrusters
are at standby.

They're holding position

But the port ship is
moving toward the rupture.

Then I was right.
It's the port ship.

They're heading out.

Don't you see?

Voyager did move
toward the rupture

20 minutes ago when
we first discovered it.

That's why the port
ship is moving

toward it now.

It's a time-delayed reflection
of what we did before.

The starboard ship's
the real one.

They're waiting for us.

If you're wrong...

we're going to have
a long time to debate it.

We're ready to dock.

All right.

Cut the thrusters.

Let's see what happens.

( sighs )

Feels like
a real ship to me.

Let's get back
to the Bridge.

Commander Chakotay, report.

We're almost
to the rupture.

Mr. Paris is about
to impress us

with his piloting skills.

KIM:
The rupture's collapsing.

It's down to 110 meters wide.

That's too narrow.

We're not going to make it.

In command school, they taught
us to always remember

that maneuvering a starship
is a very delicate process,

but over the years,
I've learned that sometimes

you just have to punch
your way through.

Mr. Paris, full impulse power.

Shields are down.

I'm losing power
to the port impulse engine.

Switching to auxiliary power.

Hull integrity failing.

Keep it together, Mr. Paris.

We've cleared
the event horizon, Captain.

We've returned
to normal space.

PARIS:
"Sometimes you just have

to punch your way through."

I'll have to remember that one.

JANEWAY:
Set a course.

I want to be at least
100 million kilometers

away from the singularity
before we begin repairs.

There they are-- your staff.

I'll try not to break
any of their noses.

First order of the day:

The Captain wants
the warp drive

back on line
by 1300 hours.

1300?
That's impossible.

Then maybe you need
to go break a few noses,

or at least... bend a few.

Lieutenant.

All right.

Get that isolinear bank
up and running

and lock down
those plasma relays.

Please.

I'm going to be counting on you,
Lieutenant.

I'm not up-to-date on
the latest Starfleet protocols

and I know that you're
probably more familiar

with the quirks
of this warp engine

than I am right now.

I hope...
that I can depend on you.

I assure you, you'll never get
less than my best.

Lieutenant...

congratulations.

Welcome aboard.

Are you checking up
on your new Chief Engineer?

Observing.

And?

Two crew members
have already

filed complaints
about her promotion,

and she may be in for a
tough period of adjustment,

but I think B'Elanna's
going to make

a fine addition
to this crew.

Our crew.

Can I ask you a question...

off the record?

If things had happened
differently

and we were on the Maquis
ship now instead of Voyager,

would you have served under me?

One of the nice things
about being Captain

is that you can keep
some things to yourself.

DOCTOR:
Sick Bay to Captain Janeway.

Go ahead.

Is someone ever going
to come down here

and fix
my holographic projectors?

We're a little busy
right now, Doctor,

but I'll send a crew down
as soon as I can.

I would appreciate a certain
expediency in the matter.

Acknowledged.
Janeway out.

I'm sorry, Lieutenant
but whatever it is,

you're going to have
to take care of it yourself.

Oh, it's all right.
It's just a scratch, really.

You know...

I like you better this way.