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Captain's Log, Stardate 44502.7.

Early completion of our mission
at Harrakis V has allowed me

to grant extra personal time
for many of the crew.

This has come
as something of a relief

since our recent
tight scheduling

has prevented the pursuit
of the leisure activities

that are a normal part of life
aboard the Enterprise.

I expect our journey past the
Ngame Nebula to be uneventful

and am personally using the time

to fulfill a promise
to a colleague.

Dixon Hill around?

He's occupied
at the present moment.

Tell him Gloria's here.

Can't do that.

He doesn't want to be disturbed.

Tell him it's Gloria
from... Cleveland.

Doesn't matter
if you're from the moon, hon.

Mr. Hill is incommuni...

incommunica... ca...

...cado.

That's it.

Sorry, hon.

Look, hon, just
tell him Gloria's here.

Look, when the boss doesn't
want to be disturbed

the boss doesn't want
to be disturbed.

Don't take it personal-like.

I have an appointment
with Mr. Hill at...

2:00.

It's 2:10.

So?

I had a little trouble
getting into the dress.

It took me a little while
to figure out just exactly

what I was supposed
to do with these.

Sorry, Dix.

There's a "lady"
here to see you.

Says her name is...

- Gloria.
- Gloria.

- From Cleveland.
- From Cleveland.

Okay.

He never heard of you.

He's never heard of me?

That's right.

Oh, wait,
I don't think you understand.

You see... this was

all set up in advance,
you see.

I'm supposed to be
Gloria from Cleveland

and I was supposed to be on
Holodeck Number Four at 2:00...

And you don't have any idea

what I'm talking about,
do you?

Not to worry.

Hey, you can't go in there.

Get inside.
Close the door.

Who's the doll?

She's, uh...

The doll's my cousin.

Yeah.

Gloria.

From Cleveland.

I'm sorry about this... Gloria.

I didn't actually mean
you to get involved.

She knows nothin'
about this, Johnny.

What does...
what does that mean?

Oh, oh, I see.

Yeah, right.

What do I look like... a jamoke?

You ain't nobody's cousin
and you ain't here on a visit.

Now, what do you know
about my money?

Your money?

The money he stole!

You stole his money?

Don't listen to him, Gloria.

He's lyin'.

Oh... oh!

Oh, Johnny... Johnny

talk to me, Johnny.

I'm a great listener.

I'm finished with talking,
sweetheart.

Now I'm going to get some action

or else!

And this is what you do for fun.

It's a mystery.

Who is this man?

Who killed him?

Where is the money
he was talking about?

It's... it's a mystery.

Now we have to go
search for clues.

Ah, and that's fun?

That's fun.

'48 Packard with whitewalls.

Dixon Hill,
private investigations.

Damn it, I didn't get
the license plate.

Captain Picard?

Sorry, there's
no Captain Picard here.

Maybe you should try
down at the docks.

There's ships coming in
and out of there every day...

It's all right, Madeline.

I'll take it in here.

Yes, what is it?

Captain,
Lieutenant Commander Data here.

Please excuse
the unusual interruption

but under the circumstances

I thought that patching
communications

through the holodeck program
would be less intrusive.

I appreciate your concern,
Commander Data.

What can I do for you?

Long-range sensors
detect a T-tauri type star

within a pocket
of the Ngame cloud.

Well, there's nothing
unusual about that.

No, sir.

However, the star's
single planet

falls within the M-Class range.

It is capable
of supporting life.

Now, that is unusual.

Highly, sir.

Well, thank you, Mr. Data.

Procedure requires
that we investigate.

Recall the Bridge crew
and set in a course.

Aye, sir.

I'm, uh... I'm sorry, Gloria

but there is a 24th century
mystery I have to investigate.

You are very welcome
to carry on if you like.

No, I've had enough
fun for today.

Entering the T-tauri
system now, Captain.

Sensors indicate
an energy fluctuation

directly in our path.

Source unknown.

Still picking up energy
distortions, but fading.

It seems to be gone.

Wormhole.

Very likely.

Small and extremely
unstable wormholes

have been mapped
near 39 T-tauri systems

in the last 100
years alone, sir.

Captain, I suggest
we move to a safer location.

It could reappear at any moment.

Agreed, Number One.

Ensign, take us on a course...

Captain.

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.

Captain?

Data.

Careful, Captain.

The stun effect
from the wormhole

was relatively severe.

Apparently so.

For how long
were we unconscious?

Approximately 30 seconds.

I have scanned the entire ship

and detected
no life-threatening injuries

among the crew.

You were not affected?

No, sir.

My positronic system
is immune to the effect.

This is
the third unstable wormhole

I have passed through
during my time with Starfleet.

The first was aboard
the USS Trieste...

Thank you, Mr. Data.

Well, where the hell are we?

.54 parsecs
from our original position.

Almost a day's travel
in 30 seconds?

Sir, I should realign
the ship's clock

with Starbase 410's
sub-space signal

to adjust
for the time distortion.

Proceed.

Yes, Captain.

Captain, this is Crusher
in Sick Bay.

Go ahead, Doctor.

I'm getting scattered reports
of minor injuries.

What's happened?

The Enterprise just jumped
through a wormhole.

Apparently, we were
all unconscious

for about 30 seconds.

Is everybody all right there?

There's little or no damage
on the Bridge, Doctor.

Acknowledged. Crusher out.

Ship's status?

Reports coming in now.

Nothing serious so far.

La Forge here, Captain.

I've checked impulse engines
and warp drive, sir.

They appear to be unaffected.

Shields and weapon systems
are fully functional.

Counselor, are you all right?

I think so.

I'm feeling a bit unfocused.

It'll pass.

Well, not too bad,
all things considered.

We're lucky we didn't end up
halfway across the galaxy

into the middle of next week.

That was never actually
a possibility.

The wormhole's small size
and relatively short period

would make this
a local phenomenon.

There's still
the anomalous M-Class planet

we were going to investigate.

Do we go back?

The unpredictability
of the wormhole

would make an investigation
a hazardous one.

A probe launched
from our current position

would be more advisable.

Make it so.

Nothing's broken, Chief

but those ligaments
around the elbow

have been twisted
pretty severely.

What on earth were you doing
when you fell?

Hanging a plant for Keiko.

It's part of a running project
to give me a green thumb.

How's it working?

Everything I touch seems
to turn brown and wither away.

Alyssa, would you get me...?

Oh, never mind.

I'll get it.

You... don't go away.

This isn't possible.

Alyssa?

Yes, Doctor?

Did you see anyone
near the lab today?

No, I didn't.

You didn't by chance

adjust the environments
on the incubation containers?

I would never touch
one of your experiments

unless you asked me to, Doctor.

Of course not.

I'm sorry, Alyssa.
Thank you.

Probe approaching
the T-tauri system, Captain.

Readings, Data?

Coming in now, sir.

The probe is within visual range
of the planet.

On screen.

Sensors indicate
a hydrogen-helium composition

with a frozen helium core.

Wait a minute.

Didn't your readings
indicate a Class-M planet

before we passed
through the wormhole, Data?

It is possible
that the sensors were affected

by interference
from the wormhole, Commander.

It is clearly not
a Class-M planet.

Mr. Data, run a full diagnostic
to make sure that the wormhole

didn't permanently damage
the sensors.

Aye, sir.

Ensign, take us
back on our course...

Captain...

Problem, Number One?

It seems awfully strange
that a malfunctioning sensor

would give such a specific
misreading of a planet.

I would have thought
that a time/space disturbance

would have caused
a lot more confusion than that.

It is conceivable that the
sensors picked up the afterimage

of an actual planet on
the other side of the wormhole.

We could survey the nearby stars
for such a planet.

It would require approximately
six days, sir.

No, no.
We don't have time for that.

We've encountered
a minor mystery.

One that has been solved
to my satisfaction.

Number One, unless there's
a major objection

then Ensign McKnight
should put us

back on course for Evadne IV.

No objection.

Ensign.

Aye, sir.

Come.

I have something
of a minor mystery on my hands.

"A minor mystery..."

that seems to be
a recurring phrase these days.

Oh...

Diomedian scarlet moss.

I didn't know you
were an ethnobotanist.

It's a hobby.

You've got a good crop here.

As I recall,
it's not easy to cultivate.

That's just it.

I started these spores

right before we were all knocked
unconscious by the wormhole.

You said we were unconscious
for 30 seconds?

Correct.

Then why do these
show a full day's growth?

Perhaps you got some sort
of fast-growth strain here.

Each of these incubators
was set with spores

from completely different
sources in the Diomedian system.

I have a dozen more in the lab.

Perhaps something extraordinary
happened to one of them

but not to all of them.

Doctor, we were not unconscious
for a whole day.

Everything on board indicates

that we were out
for 30 seconds...

the ship's chronometer,
the computer

everything, Doctor,
including Commander Data.

Jean-Luc, I'm telling you
this is over 24 hours of growth.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Commander Data
continues to maintain

that we were unconscious
for only 30 seconds

despite Dr. Crusher's evidence
to the contrary.

Captain, I have a hypothesis.

The 22nd century physicist
Pell Underhill

conjectured that a major
disruption in time continuity

could be compensated for by
trillions of counterreactions.

That effect may have allowed
Dr. Crusher's moss

to arrive at the other side
of the wormhole

with the unanticipated growth.

Underhill was talking
about energy.

True.

Nevertheless, it is possible

that the phenomenon
could occur in matter

at higher levels of organization

given the proper conditions.

Thank you, Data.

Intriguing hypothesis.

Well, perhaps

we've got a tempest
in a test tube, after all.

Captain...

Data, I promised Mr. Nelson

that you would assist him
with the sensor diagnostic.

You'll find him hard
at work on deck 36.

As you wish, Captain.

Do you believe him?

I want a frank answer,
Commander.

Not for a second.

I'm amazed he even proposed it.

What are you suggesting,
Captain?

I'm not sure, Mr. Worf.

I have never known Data
to tell a lie, and yet...

If we never went
through that wormhole

then what happened to us
during that day?

If we were out for a whole day,
then why didn't our beards grow?

Whatever it was,
it seems it was something

Data didn't want
to tell us about.

It could be that whatever
caused this situation

also affected Data

and it could be
that he's telling the truth

and that this is all
just a minor mystery.

We could always check
the computer's chronometer.

See if there's any evidence
of tampering.

A transporter trace analysis
might give us another indication

of how much time
has actually passed.

Doctor, Commander, make it so.

Meanwhile, we will maintain
our present course.

If there is something wrong
with Data

we don't want him to be aware
of our suspicions.

Gentlemen, how goes the battle?

Long-range and infrared
sensors apparently suffered

no ill effects
as a result of the wormhole.

We are presently
checking neutrino

and heavy particle detectors.

Great.

I'll take over now, Data.

Captain wants you
back on the Bridge.

See you later in Ten-Forward?

Nelson, I need your help
with the computer.

Hello, Chief.

How's the elbow?

Oh, much better, thanks.

This isn't a house call, is it?

No, it's not.

Tell me, do you remember

the last person to use
the transporter

before we went
through the wormhole?

Well, let me check.

Ensign Locklin.

She's one of my technicians.

Tell her to report
to Sick Bay immediately.

Electrolyte concentration?

12.5 deviation from previous.

Interesting.

Check the cellular membranes.

I'm willing to bet that the
inner turgid pressure is off

by almost the same amount.

11.3 deviation from the norm.

Terrific.

That's what I wanted to hear.

Thank you, Ensign Locklin.
That'll be all for now.

Crusher to Captain Picard.

What is it, Doctor?

I need to see you immediately.

I'm on my way to Engineering.

Join me.

Physiologically, each of us
is on a daily cycle.

Our cells have developed rhythms
based on a 24-hour period.

The internal clock.

Exactly.

And I can measure that effect
at the molecular level.

I took a trace
from the last person

to use the transporter
before the incident

and compared her cell function
levels at that time

to what they are right now.

If we were unconscious
for only 30 seconds

those cycles should be
nearly synchronous.

And were they?

No.

We were out for longer
than 30 seconds, Captain.

A lot longer.

I've got some good news
and some bad news.

The good news
is that we were right

about the computer's
chronometer.

There's a security program
to prevent tampering

but it looks now
like it was disabled

and a new program
put in its place.

Someone has reset the clock.

If that's the good news,
what's the bad news?

That Data and I are
the only ones

aboard this ship
capable of doing it.

It is a mystery, Captain.

That is an understatement, Data.

Is it possible
that someone or something

could have affected you
without your knowing?

I am unable to answer
that question, sir.

Data, would you consent

to being examined
by Commander La Forge?

As you wish, Captain.

Will you escort Commander Data
to Engineering?

I know the way, sir.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

It has become clear that
everyone aboard the Enterprise

has lost an entire day.

As the mystery
of what actually occurred

during those missing hours
continues to deepen

so do my doubts
about Commander Data.

We'll start
with the higher functions

before we get down to basics,
okay?

All right.
Now, this won't hurt a bit.

Have you forgotten, Geordi,
that my sensory inputs

are not programmed
to experience pain?

It's a figure of speech, Data...
bedside manner.

You know, I'm just trying
to make you feel comfortable.

I am perfectly comfortable.

Pattern recognition,
syntactic algorithms

heuristic functions all normal.

I have noticed, however

that you appear a bit
uncomfortable yourself.

Well, it just seems like

you're not being completely
honest with us, Data.

I'm your friend.

If there's something wrong,
I want you to tell me.

Maybe I can help.

I cannot tell you anything

beyond what I have
already stated.

Okay.

Excuse us, Counselor?

Mm-hmm.

Captain,
I've finished examining Data.

And?

Nothing's wrong with
the technology that I can see.

He's in perfect condition.

I was almost hoping
that you'd find a problem.

Well, he still could
be malfunctioning

beyond my ability to detect it.

This entire mystery started

when our sensors
detected that planet.

First, it was Class-M,
now it isn't.

Our sensors were malfunctioning

but our probe
clearly established

the planet could
not support life.

Data launched that probe.

If he rigged it,
could you prove it?

I could try.

What happened to us
during that missing day?

Surely, there must be
some clues.

Each of us should try
and think of what we were doing

just before we blacked out.

Reenact it if...

Counselor?

Deanna, are you all right?

Just a moment.

Yes.

Yes, I'm fine.

What happened?

I suddenly became dizzy.

I think I'd better go
to my quarters.

Perhaps the Sick Bay
would be a better idea.

No, no, really, I'm all right.

Will you see the Counselor
to her quarters?

Aye, sir.

Thank you for coming
with me, Mr. Worf.

You are certain you are well?

I just need some rest.

Thanks.

Deanna!

Security, override the lock
on Counselor Troi's quarters.

Now!

What's wrong?

The mirror.

I came in here.

I looked into the mirror.

It wasn't me, Worf.

It wasn't me!

It was my face,
but it wasn't me inside.

Is she all right?

I feel fine...

now.

Signs of stress.

Adrenaline by-products
higher than baseline.

But that's a normal reaction
after sudden fright.

All brain functions
check out okay.

What happened, Deanna?

It wasn't what I saw.

It was... more what I felt.

I looked into the mirror

and it seemed a stranger
was staring back at me

from behind my own eyes...

as if my face was a mask.

La Forge to Captain Picard.

Go ahead, Geordi.

I've found something, sir.

I'm on my way.

Lieutenant Worf.

Doctor.

Can I help you?

Perhaps not.

Worf, you came in here
for something.

A warrior does not complain
about physical discomfort.

But the Captain ordered us

to report anything
out of the ordinary.

Are you in pain?

How did this happen?

Do you recognize this planet,
Data?

Yes, sir.

It is the planet our probes
detected in the T-tauri system.

No, it's not.

Actually, it's Tethys III.

I retrieved this image
from the ship's library.

Its geophysical figures
have been slightly altered

but it's definitely Tethys III.

Strange that an obscure planet

hundreds of light-years
from here

should be picked up
by the probe.

Data

did you take this image
from the ship's library

and program the probe
to send it back to us?

I cannot verify that hypothesis.

But you don't deny it.

No, sir.

Mr. La Forge, will you
send another probe

to the T-tauri system?

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, Data.

Counselor Troi has just had
a very disturbing hallucination.

Is she all right, sir?

For the moment.

Can you tell me if Deanna's
incident is related

in any way
to this missing time period?

No, sir, I cannot.

Data, you are the key
to this entire mystery

and you have done nothing

but block my every attempt
to solve it.

Why are you fighting me?

It is not by choice.

What do you mean by that?

I cannot say.

Would you rather endanger
Deanna, a friend and colleague

than tell me what is going on?

Which would you place first...

the welfare
of a single individual

or that of the entire crew?

Are you saying
that by not cooperating

you are actually protecting us?

I am not saying that at all.

I merely state a possible
alternative explanation.

Then, Mr. Data, I'm going
to ask you again...

and I order you
to directly answer me.

What really happened to us?

I cannot answer that.

What would you have me do, Data?

How would you handle this
if our positions were reversed?

I am apparently guilty

of falsifying
the Enterprise's records

of interfering
with an investigation

of disobeying a direct order
from my commanding officer.

Your duty seems clear, sir.

Do you know what a court-martial
would mean?

Your career in Starfleet
would be finished.

I realize that, sir.

Do you also realize

that you would most likely
be stripped down to your wires

to find out what the hell
has gone wrong?

Yes, sir.

I do.

This wrist has been broken...
broken and reset and treated

with one of our own subcutaneous
bone fusion units.

During the missing day?

That's the only possibility.

Are you suggesting
he was conscious?

I'm suggesting
that maybe we all were.

I certainly didn't repair
a broken wrist

while I was unconscious.

And our memories of that day?

Blocked.

Possibly erased.

By whom?

There are very few individuals
on board

who could have broken my wrist.

Commander Data is
one of those individuals.

I can't accept that explanation.

Well, he does possess
the speed and the strength.

Granted.

But I'm beginning to suspect

that Commander Data
is refusing to cooperate

because he believes
that he is acting

in the best interests
of the Enterprise.

La Forge to Captain Picard.

Go ahead, Geordi.

Our probe is approaching
the planet, sir.

Acknowledged. Maybe now
we'll get some answers.

What do you have, Mr. La Forge?

Visuals available now, Captain.

M-Class.
Nickel-iron core.

Nitrogen-oxygen atmosphere.

The same planet
our sensors picked up

before the so-called wormhole.

Affirmative.

No indication
of any space/time distortion

whatsoever.

The probe should
at least be detecting

some residual effect, even
if the wormhole is inactive.

That's because
there is no wormhole.

There never was.

Sir?

It was a ruse designed
to throw us off the track.

Look at the clues...

Dr. Crusher's
incubation experiment

the computer clock,
the transporter trace...

all indicate the existence
of a missing day.

Lieutenant Worf's broken wrist
would seem to suggest

that... we were awake
and aware for that day.

Possibly in a struggle
for our lives.

The fact that we're still alive
suggests we might have won.

Not necessarily, Doctor.

Data's behavior would seem
to suggest that we did not.

Why else would he be willing
to sacrifice his career

rather than tell the truth?

If we didn't win,
and we didn't lose...

Then the only alternative
would be a stalemate.

Maybe a compromise was reached.

A compromise that forced Data
into this silence.

Then maybe
by uncovering all this

we'd run the risk
of upsetting the stalemate.

Maybe we should leave
well-enough alone.

Possibly, Number One.

And I would be prepared
to live with a mystery

but Data's role in this
must be ascertained

or he'll never be trusted
with Starfleet duty again.

Ensign, take us back
to the scene of the crime...

the T-tauri system.
Warp two.

Within sensor range, Captain.

Drop to impulse, Ensign.

Mr. Worf, maximum shields.
Ready all weapons.

Shields up.

Photon torpedoes armed,
phasers standing by.

Captain,
an energy field has appeared

between our position
and the planet.

On screen.

Hold position.

Let's see what it does.

The field has emitted
an energy pulse

approaching the Enterprise.

Too slow to be a photon torpedo.

It might be a probe.

Let's see what happens
when it hits the shields.

Shields undamaged.

The energy pulse has dispersed.

Counselor Troi...

what is it?

The plan has failed.

You have returned.

Your ship is again in our space.

I was unable to prevent it.

Nevertheless, you are here.

The Enterprise is not
a threat to you.

Give me more time.

Our destruction would only...

Data, Captain wanted me
to bring you to the Bridge.

Counselor?

One moment, if you would.

Do nothing.

It may yet be possible
to salvage the situation.

Reporting as ordered, Captain.

Well, Data, as you can see,
we're back where it all started.

We must leave immediately, sir.

Why?

Any further delay
would put us all at grave risk.

Why?

What is the source of that risk?

The energy field?

I cannot say.

Data, you sound
as if you're stuck

in a... feedback loop.

You certainly can say.

You have free will.

You have a choice.

My silence is not by choice,
sir.

Not by choice?

Are you somehow controlled
by that force?

Did Geordi miss something
when he examined you?

Geordi's examination
was exemplary.

Then why are you compelled
to disobey my orders?

How...?

During the missing day...

were you contacted by Starfleet?

Did they order you
to conceal the truth from us?

I cannot answer that.

We must leave, sir.

This ship isn't going anywhere,
not until I get an answer.

Now, who gave you that order?

You did, sir.

I ordered you to lie?

Captain, the energy field
is approaching.

Maintain shields
at full intensity.

No, we must vary shield shape

and strength
as rapidly as possible.

Maximum shields will only
speed the ship's takeover.

Contact imminent.

Do as Data says.
At once.

Aye, sir.

The field is shifting amplitude,
trying to match our shields.

The energy field will eventually
penetrate our shields, sir.

There is no way to counter
the Paxans' technology.

We can delay their takeover,
but we cannot prevent it.

The Paxans?

Who are they?

You have invaded our system.

No.

Worf!

You will only harm
Counselor Troi's body.

We are not invaders.

We are explorers.

Your knowledge of us
is unacceptable.

They are xenophobes, sir...
isolationists.

The Paxans terraformed
a protoplanet in this system

in order to better conceal
their whereabouts.

The apparent wormhole
we experienced

is actually a trap
to keep out invaders.

The energy field

stuns everyone on board
the invading vessel

and then places them in a state
of biochemical stasis.

That explains why our beards
didn't grow.

The Paxans then take the ship
out of their territory.

So the crew wakes up and thinks
they've been through a wormhole.

They count their blessings
and keep going?

Precisely.

What went wrong this time?

My positronic brain

is a technology
unknown to the Paxans.

Our stun-field
had no effect on him.

He remained conscious

while we tried
to take over the ship.

When I realized the crew
was incapacitated

I initiated
emergency procedures.

Computer, engage Emergency Plan
Zed Zed Alpha.

Automatic defense procedures
initiated.

Energy field strength
increasing.

Warning.
Shield penetration 17%.

Computer,
begin random fluctuation

of shield frequency
and modulation.

Executed.

With the Enterprise temporarily
protected, I revived the crew.

Computer, release compound ADTH
into the air flow system.

Five parts per million.

Acknowledged.

Initiating compound release now.

Status, Data?

The energy field
is attempting to match

the shield frequency, sir.

Options, Mr. Worf?

I do not recommend weapons
at this range, Captain.

Can we go to warp?

Negative, sir.
The field is also acting

as a tractor beam.

Warning.
Shields have been penetrated.

All systems
are frozen, Captain.

The Paxans can manipulate
energy structures

on many levels.

They took control
of Counselor Troi's body

to communicate with us.

Captain!

No, stop, everyone.

Who are you?

You are aware of our existence.

Our attempt to place you in
biochemical stasis has failed.

We have no choice
but to destroy this ship.

If you destroy this ship

then others will come
in search of us.

You may not be able
to stop them all.

Knowledge of your civilization

will be spread
across half the galaxy.

No.

Allow us safe passage

and I will protect
your right to privacy

to the best of my ability.

We will never tell anyone
of your existence.

There are over 1,000 life-forms
on this vessel.

How could you assure
their silence?

This biochemical stasis...

does it suppress
synaptic function?

It does.

Then you have the capability
of affecting memory.

Can you erase
the short-term memory

of everyone on this ship?

Remove all knowledge
of this event?

Allow us to proceed
as if it had never happened?

It would take time.

One of your days.

He is immune to our influence.

Data, I'm going to give
you a most unusual order.

I'm not sure that you will
be able to integrate it

into your program.

As a Starfleet officer

I am required to follow
all of your orders, Captain.

Good...

because our survival
depends on it.

I am ordering you
never to reveal

what has happened here today...

not to Starfleet,
not to myself even.

You will conceal your knowledge
of the Paxans

for as long as you exist.

Do you fully understand, Data?

Completely, sir.

Satisfactory?

Agreed.

Good.

Now, our task is to eliminate
from the ship's records

any information that might lead
to knowledge of this incident.

Let's get to work.

We proceeded to erase
all evidence

of our encounter
with the Paxans.

I reset
the computer's chronometer.

And again, the crew

was stunned
into unconsciousness

their short-term memories
erased.

When they were revived
a day later

the computer adjustments
made it appear that only

30 seconds had passed.

And here we are.

Here we are again.

Your plan has failed.

This ship must be destroyed.

No, wait!

The plan failed
because clues were left behind

that suggested a mystery,
and to many humans

a mystery is irresistible.

It must be solved.

The Doctor's incubation
experiment, Worf's wrist

Troi's hallucinations...

little pieces of evidence
that suggested even more clues.

The clock,
the transporter trace

Data's odd behavior.

If we eliminate the clues
and begin again...

Again?

Yes.

Consider the first time

a run-through, a rehearsal,
to shake out the flaws.

The second time will succeed
if we leave no clues.

You are
a most unusual species...

worthy of a second chance.

Proceed.

Deanna?

Welcome back, Counselor.

Geordi, Data, reconfigure
the computer and the records.

Number One, I want you
to oversee the rest of the ship

and this time...
let's get it right.

What happened, Data?

The effect from the wormhole
was rather intense, sir.

So it would seem.

Everyone but myself
was rendered unconscious.

My positronic system
is immune to the effect.

How long were we out?

30 seconds, sir.

Current position?

.54 parsecs
from our previous position.

Bearing 285 mark 147.

It could be worse.

Yes, sir.

The wormhole appears to have
been a local phenomenon.

Crusher to Bridge.

What happened, Captain?

The Enterprise went
through a wormhole, Doctor.

It seems the entire crew

was unconscious
for approximately 30 seconds.

Is anyone on the Bridge hurt?

Apparently not.

I'll start checking
the other decks.

Crusher out.

Status reports?

Shields and weapon systems
unaffected.

No damage in Engineering.

Counselor?

There's a general feeling

of disorientation on board

but nothing serious,
as far as I can tell.

Very well.

There's still
that anomalous Class-M planet

we were going to investigate.

Ensign, replot a course
to take us back...

Sir, it is likely
the anomalous readings

were the result
of the wormhole's effect.

It was extremely unstable.

I would recommend
against returning.

It might put the Enterprise
at further risk.

We could launch a probe.

That would certainly
be sufficient, sir.

Make it so

and put out a hazard advisory
to Starfleet.

Ensign, set a course
for Evadne IV.

Aye, sir.

Engage.