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Captain's log, stardate 41294.5.

Our destination, the Class-M Beta Cassius planet known as Haven.

It is so renowned for its peaceful beauty

that some believe it to have mystical healing powers.

We will rest and relax... all too briefly, I fear.

Such a beautiful world.

Legends say it has been known to mend souls and heal broken hearts.

Legends which are totally unsupported by fact, Captain.

Such legends are the spice of the universe,

because they have a way of sometimes coming true.

Lt Yar to Cmdr Riker,

your presence is requested in transporter room one.

Sorry, ladies. Duty calls.

- You needed me? - An object's beaming in from Haven.

- What? - We're not sure.

Surface station approval's coming in.

Alright, let's bring it in.

Odd looking.

What's going on?

I hold a message for Deanna Troi.

Lwaxana Troi and the honorable Miller family will soon arrive.

The momentous day is close at hand. Rejoice.

No.

What's going on?

Jewels! Look at these jewels.

They're bonding gifts, what you would call wedding presents.

Who's getting married?

I am.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission, to explore strange new worlds...

...to seek out new life and new civilizations...

...to boldly go where no one has gone before.

I was certain it would never happen, Captain.

The years I'd spend on this mission,

the distance it has taken me away from home.

As you must have heard, genetic bonding is a Betazoid tradition.

Steven Miller was my father's closest friend.

Your father was human, Deanna. The Millers are human.

Will you and your husband be staying with the ship?

No, sir.

Then...

...I will just say congratulations for now, Deanna.

You'll excuse me?

Bill...

...more than anything in the world, anything...

...you want to be a starship captain, true?

- That's not all I want, Deanna. - I can feel that.

I know you care, within those limits.

- Did you hear what I said? - Every word.

This whole thing is still bizarre.

I'm sorry.

Come dance at my wedding.

I'll try.

A message from planet Haven, Counselor.

They wish to beam the Miller wedding party aboard.

I'm Jean-Luc Picard, Captain of the Enterprise. Welcome aboard.

Quite some starship you have here, Captain.

Look forward to this visit.

You couldn't be...

I'm Deanna.

Deanna, darling. You probably don't even remember me.

Wyatt was absolutely right. She is a beauty.

I'm Wyatt.

Isn't this simply beautiful?

I knew romance was still alive, somewhere.

I'd like you to have this chameleon rose.

It changes color with the mood of its owner.

It's wonderful. Thank you.

When is my mother arriving?

Your mother is still on the planet.

Why?

Is there a place for my parents to rest, Captain?

Well, we're not really tired, son.

Besides... I'd like to see some of the ship.

Steven, you know full well

Lwaxana Troi isn't about to beam on board until we leave.

- So? - You can see your quarters now.

Show the Millers to their accommodations.

I shall join you later.

Two more are ready to beam in, sir.

So be it.

Wyatt seems a fine young man.

Yes, he does. But I'm not what he expected.

I don't understand.

Neither do I, but I'm definitely a surprise of some sort to him.

I should warn you, sir,

my mother is a little... eccentric.

Where is everyone? I hate that.

Hello, Mother.

Don't say it. Think it. Use your mind, not your mouth.

Hello, Mother.

Deanna, shame. What has this life done to you?

No, don't tell me, you're the Captain.

Deanna explained your telepathic abilities.

That wasn't telepathy, just common sense.

Who else would they send but the Captain?

You may carry my luggage.

Mother!

No, that's quite alright.

I'm indebted to your mother for the fine counselor she...

This way.

It's inappropriate...

Yes, you seem to be struggling.

A man your age must keep in shape.

Mother, I won't go another step.

A starship has its customs, just as we do.

If you're my mother's valet, then please valet.

Don't let me keep you from your duty.

I apologize for her behavior.

- You've embarrassed your Captain. - No.

Anything to avoid a quarrel on this occasion.

It's amazing how your accent reminds me of your father.

Your last valet tried to rid me of it.

What happened to Mr. Xelo?

I had to terminate his employment. Xelo was attracted to me.

His thoughts became truly pornographic.

The thoughts of Wyatt's father were almost as vulgar.

- But he doesn't have... - Passenger accommodation.

He doesn't have Xelo's imagination.

Between him and that woman's inane chatter, it's a wonder I made it.

- How do you like the Millers? - Very pleasant...

It's shocking how they've changed since my husband and I knew them.

It's probably because I've grown beyond them.

You realize that with Betazoids, our ability to read thoughts

does see us grow faster than the typical plodding human.

Mother, that's enough!

So, you're not totally out of practice.

Good. Very good.

We hope you find this comfortable.

Yes. The room is adequate. Small, but adequate.

You will adjust the temperature to a civilized level?

I'll see what I can do.

Now, if you will excuse me, I'm sure you have much to talk about.

Yes, Captain. You may go.

You've been slack, little one, allowed your mental powers to rust.

Only to avoid confusion, Mother.

Humans constantly think one thing and say another.

They do, don't they? Poor dears.

Our style of complete honesty frightens them.

On that subject, Mother,

there is such a thing as too much honesty with humans.

If they'd only say what they think instead of hiding it.

A shipload of such inconsistency could drive one insane.

Darling, I'm terribly sorry about what happened here. Truly I am.

Steven Miller tracked me down and reminded me of our vows.

Mother, I'm having trouble believing in those vows as once I did.

Deanna.

But I'll honor them, of course. I'm a Betazoid.

You may find Wyatt an unusual person.

I've sensed remarkable depths in him.

Message coming in from Haven.

On screen.

I'm Valeda Innis, First Electorine of Haven. Capt Picard?

Greetings, Electorine. I'm Picard.

Your presence honors us, and your timing's fortuitous.

In what way?

An incoming vessel has bypassed our stargate, violating our law.

It has refused any attempt at communication.

- Do you believe it to be hostile? - Not communicating is hostile.

We have no defensive capabilities.

Our treaty with the Federation

specifies your obligations in that matter.

Agreed. But let's hope it doesn't become a defense matter.

Of course, Captain, but I am very happy we have you here.

Come in.

I wanted to apologize for my mother's behavior.

Your mother's honest. I respect that.

Yes. She never lets up.

I'll admit, her honesty is a bit persistent.

I never heard it described better. But it is a Betazoid trait.

I'll try to be only half as annoying.

Let's see... What can I tell you about myself?

I'm a medical doctor, for what that's worth.

Doctor?

If you were sensing my thoughts, you'd know.

- You can do that, can't you? - Sometimes.

This must be what Mother felt about you.

We could read each other eventually.

- Can I take that as a compliment? - Absolutely.

I only ever felt this...

...well, with someone who's on this ship.

- Do I have competition? - No.

What he wants most is to captain a starship.

What I want is to cure people.

Well, I'm a practicing psychologist. Maybe we could work in concert.

We are going to be together a long time.

Yes. That is the point of marriage, I suppose.

I really thought you'd tell me you were an artist.

I just felt your mind very much on these.

They are your work, aren't they?

I can see that it'll be hard to keep secrets from you.

This is why you were surprised when you first saw me.

This woman.

You thought I would be this woman.

I have seen this face...

...ever since I was a boy.

When I closed my eyes at night, I could hear her whispering my name.

Knowing you were Betazoid,

I assumed it was you projecting yourself into my mind.

- I'm sorry I'm not what you wished. - No.

Please don't mistake a childish fantasy for disappointment.

You are so beautiful. I feel honored.

- You've no idea who she is? - It doesn't really matter now.

Captain's personal log.

I trust my concern over the problems of Counselor Troi

are not based merely on losing a highly valuable crew member.

But I feel that she's trapped by a custom of her world

which 24th-century life has made unwise and unworkable.

I wish I could intervene.

On the viewer, Captain.

Unidentified vessel traveling at subwarp speed, bearing 235.7.

Subwarp? It's several hours away, then.

Let's take a look. Enlarge to maximum.

Increasing magnification, sir.

Mr. Data, is that the trouble I believe it is?

If you mean a Tarellian vessel, sir... it is.

Aren't the Tarellians all dead? What are they doing here?

Picard to sickbay. Dr Crusher to bridge, urgent.

They must not be permitted to destroy us. Or the planet.

Captain's log supplemental.

It has been believed the Tarellian race was extinct,

an assumption contradicted by one of their vessels approaching Haven.

Its present velocity suggests a possible answer.

A damaged vessel could explain it.

Without warp speed, it would take this long to get here.

Go on with your briefing, Mr. Data.

Tarella was Class-M, like Earth, with similar humanoid life forms.

Unfortunately, hatred overpowered intelligence.

There were hostilities?

Between the inhabitants of two land masses.

One group unleashed a deadly biological weapon on the other.

In the end, both became infected.

Makes one question the sanity of humanoid forms.

Can you identify the origin of the infection?

They had reached Earth's late 20th-century level of knowledge.

That's all you need if you're a fool.

A deadly, infectious virus which is not difficult to grow.

We learnt the story in training. Some Tarellians went to other worlds,

but died along with the populations they infected.

It's well covered in Academy training.

Many tried to avoid civilized worlds,

only to be hunted down and destroyed.

It was believed that the last Tarellian ship

was destroyed eight years ago by the Alcyones.

Yes, sir.

Exactly when will they arrive?

Exactly 13 hours, 9 minutes, 22 seconds, 350...

Thank you.

Which creates a difficult problem for us.

Our treaty requires us to protect Haven,

and Federation policy requires that we assist life forms in need,

which must include the Tarellians.

I shall want you to help find answers. Thank you.

However, there will be time for a second, voluntary assignment,

the pre-joining announcement of Counselor Deanna Troi...

...and Wyatt Miller.

We've talked it over, and the ceremony will be tomorrow.

And Captain, would it be possible for you to perform the ceremony?

Of course, if all parties request it.

All parties do not request it. It's out of the question.

You are not practiced in the ways of Betazed joining.

- That's quite true. - So you are totally unqualified.

He is qualified to lead a traditional Earth ceremony,

which is what this will be.

I thought you had no sense of humor. Earth wedding? Ridiculous!

We live on Earth now.

So that's why you want that backward ritual.

Terrible to see a woman go downhill like this.

- Mother! - Downhill?

The matter is settled. Mr. Homn will conduct the joining.

But... Homn can't even talk!

No matter, he is adept in sign language.

The matter is closed.

Who are you to tell us what we should do?

Your ignorance is astonishing.

I am Lwaxana Troi, daughter of the Fifth House,

holder of the Sacred Chalice, heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed.

Who are you?

It is a Starfleet tradition that at social gatherings,

disputes are not permitted.

I hereby declare therefore all disagreements resolved.

A toast. To the young couple, and their families.

And?

And may this union be a productive one.

Hear, hear.

Cheers.

Considering the rate at which you imbibe, sir,

is your lineage at all mixed with human?

Is it true, Captain, that there's a Tarellian ship headed for Haven?

- Yes, it is true. - That's amazing.

I've read everything about them.

Virus analysis was my favorite subject at medical school.

Then I'd very much like to confer with you.

I'm pleased to have a medical colleague on board.

Yes, ma'am... Doctor.

Would it be possible to prepare medical needs

geared toward the Tarellians' needs?

Then beam it over to avoid infection.

What do you think?

It's a very considerate idea. Our sickbay is at your disposal.

Thank you.

Mr. Data?

Sir?

You're circling the room like a buzzard.

Perhaps being human yourself, you do not find them as...

...intriguing as I.

Must he do that?

It is the Betazed way of giving thanks for our food.

You giving thanks? Besides, you never did this before.

I do it now. Unlike some people, I am in growth.

Victoria, I've forgotten whether you enjoy pets or not.

Love them, of course.

Good.

Gently. Poor baby, did she hurt you?

If you'll excuse me, I'd like to spend time considering...

...the Tarellian situation.

- Yes, of course. - Ladies and gentlemen.

Mrs. Troi, I'm very interested in the Betazed ceremony you mentioned.

- Could you tell us more? - I'd be delighted.

It's an ancient ceremony, regarded as the most beautiful in the universe.

After the couple remove their clothing...

- Bride and groom go naked? - All guests go unclothed.

It honors the act of love being celebrated.

Don't worry. Your body's not that bad.

Besides, your husband quite likes the idea of seeing me unclothed.

Steven!

You did know he's attracted to me?

Untrue. I don't...

Stop this petty bickering, all of you! Especially you, Mother!

Could you please continue the petty bickering?

I find it most intriguing.

May I join you?

I will miss you, Deanna.

I'm no longer Imzadi to you?

You taught me that word means "my beloved."

And the human heart is too small to permit that feeling now.

Have you discussed this with Wyatt? I think you should.

It's also damned unfair to me.

I understand.

I should've realized.

Humans, young human males particularly,

have difficulty separating platonic love and physical love.

The problem is...

...Imzadi...

...I couldn't. Not now.

Call it an old... an old Earth tradition...

...habit of the beasts, whatever.

Hello, you two.

- We were just talking about you. - This is incredible!

- Yes. And in that discussion, I... - Actually...

Bill was concerned that you might be upset

that I care deeply for him, too.

You're the one who wants to be a starship captain.

I've heard that bonding would complicate things in that case.

To each his own. Good luck with that ambition.

And I very much respected what you did tonight.

All I did was lose my temper.

- Excuse me. - Of course.

Running all this is a big job.

In fact... you shamed them into compromise.

So they've decided that the joining will be half Betazed, half Earth.

The Captain will do the ceremony and Mr. Homn will be my best man.

And we'll take half our clothes off?

Some of us still go naked.

You do, I do, your mother, my father, but not my mother or the guests.

Capt Picard will be very relieved. How did you manage it?

Your mother relented.

And I caught my father practicing naked in front of his mirror.

And so...

...a question I should've asked before.

Deanna, do you really want to go through with this?

Yes, I want to.

I'm a very lucky man.

Captain's log, supplemental.

All attempts at warning off the Tarellian ship have failed.

They still refuse to communicate, and I'm growing concerned.

How do you know they're receiving us?

Our sensors show a responder echo on the frequency they once used.

We have a message, sir, coming in from Haven.

On viewer.

Captain, the plague ship is approaching transporter range.

We are aware of that.

Do you realize they can turn our wonderful world into a graveyard?

Please, take action now before it's too late.

We recognize your situation.

- Please destroy them now. - We will not fire on them.

You must.

I'm certain I could disable their ship with a phaser burst.

And then, Lieutenant?

They're within transporter range.

Then we can't delay any longer. Ready the tractor beam, Lt Yar.

Target the ship. Activate on command.

- Tractor beam ready. - Engage.

Got them, sir.

Are they secure? Can they beam out to the planet?

Negative, sir. They can't leave that ship.

I know they can receive us. They can respond with lights if necessary.

Unless they've all died and the ship was brought in by automation.

Captain.

It's the woman in Wyatt's drawings.

Captain's log, stardate 41294.6.

Orbiting Haven with a Tarellian vessel locked in our tractor beam.

Question. What strange combination of circumstances

has caused a woman from someone's imagination to appear on the ship?

Enterprise to Tarellian vessel. Are you receiving us?

My name is Wrenn,

and before I enquire why your tractor beam has trapped us here,

is there one aboard your vessel named Wyatt?

Captain, I don't understand.

It's astounding.

Ariana was right. He is here, daughter.

Wyatt, you've come, just as you promised.

How could I be so accurate?

Except for the dreams, I've never seen her.

Sir, our concern is with the threat your vessel poses to the planet.

If you still carry the infection that destroyed your world...

We still carry it, Captain.

My daughter, I, all eight of us.

- Eight? - All of us that are left.

The rest passed on during the years it took to reach Haven.

If you've come here because of the legend

about planet Haven miraculously healing the sick...

We don't ask to make contact with those living below.

All we ask is to be... on the edge of some sea,

an unpopulated island, a faraway peninsula.

This is not our planet, sir.

But I will present your needs to those who do govern here.

Present the fact that we intend to die here, Captain.

And if we die while caged by your tractor beam... so be it.

Wyatt, how do you like my new hairstyle?

It will look much better when I'm naked.

Can we talk about something serious?

I'm always serious. Only my pleasant nature makes it seem otherwise.

Please, Mrs. Troi.

Yes, that was puzzling.

A woman from another place who insists she knows you.

- And... - Who you've dreamed of for years.

I was hoping that you...

Fascinating, Wyatt, how easily your thoughts come through.

The answer to the puzzle of Ariana and you is so simple,

- it's too simple for most humans. - Too simple?

It's something they know instinctively,

but try to reject or build complicated superstitions about.

All life, Wyatt, all consciousness is indissolubly bound together.

Indeed, it's all part of the same thing.

Yes, I have wondered if something like that...

That weren't so.

And no doubt so has Ariana, which helped you two to make contact.

Wyatt, tell me something seriously.

Which of these would look best on me naked?

Wyatt?

- Are you feeling alright? - Just wedding nerves.

I'll take the supplies to the transporter room.

I'll notify the Captain they're ready.

Look at your father.

He can't wait to strip off his clothes for that barbaric ceremony.

Please take care of each other.

You are beautiful.

But you looked the best of all in the desert on the holodeck

when we did this.

You can put the supplies on the pad.

Dr Crusher had me set the coordinates.

All we need is the Captain's order.

Captain, someone's transporting over to the Tarellian ship.

- Override. - I can't, sir, it's too late.

Hello, Wyatt.

We always thought you were a dream.

You're not surprised?

Did you know I'd beam over?

Once we saw you were real... we knew.

You are a doctor?

Yes. I've brought medicines and supplies.

And I knew you would be this brave.

How could you let this happen? My son, surrounded by those lepers.

If I could've prevented it, I would.

- Beam him back. - He can never come back, Mrs. Miller.

You may turn off your tractor beam, Captain.

We will not be going to Haven.

We have... what we really came for.

- Wyatt? - Mother.

Mother... forgive me, but I must...

I'm going to try to continue the work to cure these people.

And Wyatt will do it. I've believed that all along.

I knew I was coming to Haven to meet my destiny.

I thought it was to be with you, Deanna.

It was Ariana who drew me here.

I'm sorry.

Wyatt... I'm happy for you, and for Ariana too.

You've done very well for a human, Wyatt.

Mother.

Captain... my respects.

And mine, sir.

Goodbye.

Keep the chest. You'll have use for it someday.

Shame to waste the trip. Perhaps I should stay and join with a new mate.

What?

Well, the Captain's highly attracted to me, but he's a little too old.

Perhaps I should choose... you.

He has other obligations, Mother.

Very well. It's his loss.

Mr. Homn.

Thank you for the drinks.

Try and remember your heritage, little one.

Captain... even Xelo never had such thoughts about me.

You may energize.

That was meant as a joke, Captain.

I was not amused.

- Take us out of here, Mr. Riker. - Aye, sir. Warp two, helm.

Heading 57.

Mark 319.

Our destiny is elsewhere.

But I'm happy that yours is with us, Counselor.

Warp two, sir. Heading 57, mark 319.

Engage.