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Captain's Log, Stardate 45156.1.

Our mission to Mudor V has been completed

and since our next assignment will not begin for several days

we're enjoying a welcome respite from our duties.

If it's a boy, Michael, after my father.

Wait a minute. We decided on Hiro, after my father.

We talked about this last night.

That's right, and we decided

on Hiro.

Wait. I've got it.

William. It's a great name... William O'Brien.

It's got a nice ring to it.

Oh... oh, it's all right.

He's just doing somersaults.

Here, feel.

Right there.

Oh. Going to be a hell of a gymnast.

May I?

Sure. There. Feel it?

When he's not turning

he's kicking or punching.

When I want to sleep, he wants to wake up.

At this point, I just wish it were over.

Have to go.

I have a transporter simulation on the Bridge.

Bye-bye, Michael.

No.

Come on, Geordi.

No.

Just try it once.

It is not as hard as you think.

I'm telling you, you will be terrific.

All right.

It's silly.

I am the very model of a modern Major-General

I've information vegetable, animal and mineral...

No, I... I can't do this.

Yes, you can.

I cannot sing in front of people.

You were terrific!

You were a little off pitch

but I think I can take care of that.

Okay, La Forge is the modern Major-General.

Captain, I'd like to introduce you

to the winners of the primary school science fair.

This is Marissa, Jay Gordon and Patterson.

They're here for their tour.

Hello.

Can we see

the Battle Bridge and torpedo bay?

No, I'm afraid not

but we will be visiting the hydroponics

and the astrophysics laboratories.

I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time.

Well... if you'll come with me.

I'm not sure who to feel sorry for...

the Captain or the kids.

I want you to know that we're very proud

of our science fair winners.

Perhaps some of you will...

choose to pursue a career in Starfleet.

Well, then, um...

Uh... what did you do for your science projects?

I planted radishes

in this special dirt, and they came up all weird.

I see. That's very... very commendable.

And you?

An analysis

of the life span of the swarming moths on Gonal IV.

They only live for 20 hours.

Then they all die.

How interesting.

And you?

We're falling.

What happened?

Sensors are picking up subspace distortions

and high-energy particles directly to starboard.

Looks like we ran into a quantum filament.

Damage report?

We've lost primary life-support.

Switching to secondary systems.

Impulse and warp engines are off-line.

There's another filament moving toward us, sir.

All decks brace for impact.

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.

Counselor.

I'm all right.

Medical team to the Bridge.

Troi to Sick Bay.

Counselor Troi to Captain Picard.

Troi to Engineering.

Counselor Troi to any crew member.

Please acknowledge.

Medical team to the Bridge.

Computer's down.

It looks like we still have impulse power

but not much else.

Lieutenant Monroe.

Chief O'Brien...

the turbolifts aren't working.

We're trapped up here.

Are you... are you children all right?

Bridge, this is Picard.

This is the Captain.

Does anyone read me?

Why don't they answer?

I don't know.

They're all dead.

They're not dead.

Communication is down, that's all.

We're going to die, too.

We most certainly are not.

Now, listen to me.

No one here is going to die.

The Bridge will be sending a rescue party

as soon as possible

so I want you all to stop crying!

Everything is going to be all right!

This is the Federation Starship Enterprise

calling any vessel within range.

We are in distress and need assistance.

Please respond.

I'm still not sure if we're even transmitting.

I'll set the message on auto-repeat

and see if we get a response.

You all right?

I'm alive. What the hell happened?

We were hit by a quantum filament.

Most of our systems are down

and we haven't been able

to contact anybody off the Bridge.

Well, don't count on leaving through there.

An emergency bulkhead closed just beneath that lift.

Confinement mode.

Right. Isolation protocol.

I'm, um, not really familiar

with that protocol.

If the computer senses a hull breach

it automatically closes emergency bulkheads

to isolate the breach.

Until we can clear those bulkheads

we'll be cut off from the rest of the ship.

I have partial sensors back on line.

I'm picking up sporadic life signs

throughout the saucer section.

There are definitely survivors.

What about Ten-Forward?

Ten-Forward?

My wife's there.

I'm sorry, Chief.

The readings are not that specific.

Can you scan

the drive section?

I'm not reading life signs in the drive section.

Could the sensors be malfunctioning?

There's no way to know.

Without the main computer

I can't run a full diagnostic.

Can you sense anything, Counselor?

There are a lot of people still alive.

Many of them are hurt

but I-I can't tell where they are.

We need to start emergency procedures.

Who's the duty officer?

Lieutenant Monroe was in command, but she's dead.

I believe Counselor Troi

is the senior officer on the deck.

Counselor Troi?

She carries the rank

of Lieutenant Commander.

I'd, uh... I'd appreciate some suggestions.

I recommend we initiate emergency procedure Alpha Two.

Bypass computer control

and place all systems on manual override.

Very well.

Aye-aye, sir.

May I suggest

that our next priority be to stabilize life support

and to try and reestablish intership communications.

Yes. Mr. Mandel, I'd like you to assist Ensign Ro.

Yes, sir.

How are you feeling?

Okay. A little foggy.

Just lie still for a while.

We're going to get you to Sick Bay

as soon as we can.

Okay.

Report.

I have surveyed all the turbolifts and service crawlways

on this deck.

Access to the Bridge has been completely severed

by emergency bulkheads.

Sick Bay?

Heavy damage to Section 23-A

has cut off access to Sick Bay.

I have ordered a security team to bring casualties here

until further notice.

I think we should assume the worst...

that everyone on the Bridge is dead

that there's no one in control of the ship.

In that circumstance, reestablishing control

of the ship should be our top priority.

Agreed. Can we get to Engineering?

No, sir. The most direct route is blocked

but I believe we can use the starboard service crawlway.

Okay, you and I'll try to get there.

Mr. Worf, this room is about

to fill up with wounded in a few minutes.

They're going to need help.

I want you to stay in charge here.

Yes, sir.

Let's go.

Over here.

Yes, sir.

Okay.

Clear the power shunt.

The shunt is cleared.

Right. And bypass the flow current, and...

The computer

still won't release the doors.

Can we force them open?

Yeah, we can try.

There's an emergency hand actuator.

Geordi...

Yeah?

This wall is hot.

Where?

I'm all right

but I think we've got a new problem.

One of the energy conduits must have ruptured

and ignited the polyduranide inside the bulkhead.

That's a plasma fire.

It's putting out a lot of radiation.

We can't stay here much longer.

Yeah, but we've got a bigger problem than that.

The quartum in those containers

is used in emergency thruster packs.

It's normally pretty stable stuff

but when you expose quartum to radiation

it has a way of exploding.

The external power is cut off.

We're going to die.

What... what was that?

I don't know.

Your name is Marissa. That right?

Well, Marissa

I need a First Officer to help me.

You're the oldest

and so that makes you my Number One.

Number One?

That's what I always call

my First Officer, so...

...here.

There.

Now, Number One, we need a crew to help us get that hatch off.

Don't you think

that Jay here would make an excellent

science officer?

What do you say, Jay?

Will you join our crew?

It's Jay Gordon.

Of course.

Forgive me, Jay Gordon.

I accept.

Here.

There.

Can I be an officer, too?

Well, let me see.

Your science project involved radishes

did it not?

Yes, sir.

Then I shall appoint you

my executive officer in charge of radishes.

There.

Right.

Then let's get to work.

13-65 Baker.

That should put us right behind Shuttle Bay Two.

That is correct, sir.

We have approximately 52 meters remaining in this crawlway

before we can safely exit into a main corridor.

Coolant leak!

We can withstand this level of radiation

for another three or four hours without any permanent damage.

We'll need a few days of hyronalin treatments.

What are the radiation levels in the quartum?

They're at 83 rads

and rising at a rate of about four rads per minute.

That stuff gets unstable at about 350 rads.

I still haven't been able

to get any power to this transporter.

The radiation level is about 20% lower

at this end of the bay.

Let's move the containers over to here.

That's a good idea.

It'll buy us some time.

You know, we're going to have to do this by hand.

With all the radiation floating around in here

we can't trust the anti-grav units.

There... just before the second time we were hit.

See the subspace distortion?

Yes.

How big is a quantum filament?

Well, it could be hundreds of meters long

but it has almost no mass

which makes it very difficult to detect.

So it's like a cosmic string.

No, that's a completely different phenomenon.

How did you do that?

I diverted power

from the phaser array

and I dumped it into the Engineering control system.

You what?!

Engineering station's on line, Counselor.

But that...

that's a completely improper procedure.

You can't just dump that much raw energy

into a Bridge terminal without...

We're not going to get out of this by playing it safe.

What is our engine status, Ensign?

We've got half impulse power available

but I'm getting some odd readings

from the warp drive.

I'm reading a spike in the warp field array.

It looks like a containment deviation.

Switch to primary bypass.

Nothing.

Field strength's at 40% and falling.

We've got a problem.

The quantum resonance of the filament

caused a polarity shift

in the antimatter containment field.

When the filament hit us

the ship was momentarily charged

as if it had come in contact with a live electrical wire.

That weakened the containment field

surrounding the antimatter pods.

The field strength is at 40% and it is still falling.

If it falls to 15%, the field will collapse

and we'll have a containment breach.

Which means?

Which means the ship will explode.

Commander, the current cannot be shut off

from this relay box.

We can't just sit here.

If the energy flowing through that arc were interrupted

by a nonconductive material

it is likely the circuit would be broken.

Well, I don't see anything in here

that'll handle that much current.

Commander, much of my body framework

is made up of tripolymers, a nonconductive material.

Are you suggesting we use your body?

Yes, sir.

Data, there's half a million amps

going through that arc.

Could your body handle that much current?

The power surge would cause

a systems failure in my internal processors

and melt my primary power couplings.

However, there is a chance

that the damage would not be irreparable.

No.

Commander...

our options are very limited.

First of all, android or not

I wouldn't ask anyone to take that kind of risk.

Second, if the computer is not working in Engineering

I'm going to need your help to get control of the ship.

My positronic brain has several layers of shielding

to protect me from power surges.

It would be possible for you to remove my cranial unit

and take it with you.

Let me get this straight.

You want me to take off your head?

Yes, sir.

Is something wrong, sir?

Well, Data...

...would you be all right?

My memory core and neural nets are self-contained.

I would be fine, sir.

Well, like you said...

our options are limited.

Hmm.

Data!

Oh... Data.

Data.

A remarkable experience, Commander.

Are you all right?

Did the shielding work?

Apparently so, sir.

My neural nets are still fully operational.

You may begin by opening the ventral access panel

Iocated two centimeters below my right ear.

Can you climb up?

Yes, I think so.

Good.

Now, look down the sides of the lift.

Can you see two big clamps?

Yes, I see them.

Can you see

if those clamps are attached to...

long beams inside big grooves?

Yes.

But one of them looks broken.

It's half out of the groove.

All right, come down.

All right.

Number One.

Those big clamps are part of the emergency system.

If anything goes wrong

they're designed to hold the turbolift in place.

But it would seem that they're damaged.

Is that why we keep shaking?

That's right.

Now, when they give way, we shall fall

so you've got to get your crew out of here

before that happens.

Now there's a ladder

that runs along the wall of the shaft.

You can climb up that until you come to an open doorway.

Well...

what about you?

My ankle is broken.

I will just slow you down, and you need to move quickly.

Now you're the leader, and that's an order.

We have to climb up the shaft.

I want to stay here with you, Captain.

Patterson, you're an officer.

You have to obey orders.

I don't want to be an officer anymore.

I want to stay here with you.

If the Captain stays here, we won't make it.

We'll all die.

We don't have time to argue.

You must go now.

The crew has decided to stick together.

We all go or we all stay.

All right, I'll try.

But I want you to know this is mutiny.

Now, Number One

Iook at that control panel.

Now, the yellow control pad, hit that once.

Now, the one below it, hit it twice.

Now that should release the panel underneath.

Yes, it did.

Now you can pull it away.

Okay.

Good.

Now, that bundle of wires, that's optical cabling.

See how much of that you can pull out.

The levels are still rising.

There must be some way to put that fire out.

The energy is being fed

by the ship's internal power grid

and we can't even get near that.

The only way to stop it

would be to eliminate its supply of oxygen.

Wait a minute.

Doctor, I've got an idea.

Now, it's kind of wild, but we just might be able

to kill two birds with one stone.

Let's hear it.

Okay, we open the external door.

That would depressurize the Cargo Bay

and suck all of these containers out into space.

At the same time

the lack of oxygen should put out the plasma fire.

What about us?

We just need to find something in here to hold onto

while the air is evacuating.

Then we close the door, repressurize the bay.

What about this?

Yeah.

Yeah, that ought to do it.

There, that should do it.

There will be a sharp pain as I set the bone.

Prepare yourself.

Ooh!

Good.

Good, you bore that well.

Oh...

Keiko?

I'm all right...

I think.

Perhaps you should lie down.

I'm having contractions.

I believe that is not uncommon

in the late months of pregnancy.

No, I mean contractions.

I'm going into labor.

You cannot.

This is not a good time, Keiko.

It's not open for debate.

Like it or not, this baby is coming.

If the containment field strength

continues to drop at its present rate

we still have at least two hours

before it becomes critical.

But you're ignoring the fact

that the power coupling is also damaged.

If that coupling overheats

the field strength could drop a lot faster.

We could have a containment breach

in a matter of minutes.

What do you suggest?

We should separate the saucer now

and put as much distance as possible

between us and the drive section.

Excuse me, sir, but that's damn cold-blooded.

What about the people down there?

There's no evidence that anyone is still alive

in the drive section.

No evidence they're dead, either.

If you were trapped down there

would you like us to cut you loose

and just leave?

No, of course not

but I also wouldn't expect the Bridge crew

to risk the safety of the ship

and hundreds of lives

in a futile effort to rescue me.

You said there was no way to stabilize

the containment field from the Bridge.

Could it be done from Engineering?

Yes, but my readings indicate there's no power down there.

They don't even have monitors to tell them there's a problem.

Could we divert energy from the Bridge

to those monitors?

Yes, sir.

I will say it again:

There is no reason to believe

that anyone is still alive in Engineering.

We're wasting time even talking about this.

We have to separate the ship now.

I believe there are still people alive down there

and I'm going to give them every chance.

Assuming they're alive, they'll be hoping

there's someone up here who can help them

so we'll help them.

Chief, divert the necessary power to Engineering.

Aye, sir.

I remind you, Counselor

that power coupling could overheat at any moment.

By not separating the ship now

you could be responsible for all our deaths.

Thank you, Ensign.

Proceed.

I can't open this door.

We're going to have to climb up to the next deck.

What if that one doesn't open, either?

Then we'll never get out.

Quiet, both of you.

That's an order.

We're going up.

Ready?

Ready, sir.

The lift's falling.

Hang on!

We're all right.

We're going to keep on climbing.

Just don't look down.

What's wrong?

He's scared.

We're right with you, Patterson.

You're not going to fall.

Everything will be all right if you just keep climbing.

What we need...

is a climbing song.

Marissa, is there a song

that you sing at school?

Um..."The Laughing Vulcan and His Dog"?

I'm afraid I don't know that one.

I know...

"Frere Jacques."

That's a song I used to sing when I was at school.

Patterson?

Do you know that one?

Good.

It goes like this:

Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques

Dormez vous

Dormez vous

Sonnez les matines

Sonnez les matines

Ding, ding, dong, ding, ding, dong...

Very good. Now, keep singing.

Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques

Dormez vous, dormez vous

Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines

Ding, ding, dong, ding, ding, dong

Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques

Dormez vous, dormez vous

Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines

Ding, ding, dong, ding, ding, dong

Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques...

Your contractions are now only 30 seconds apart.

Oh!

Dilation has gone to seven centimeters

since the onset of labor.

That did not take long.

That's easy for you to say.

You are doing very well.

I'm sure the child will arrive soon.

Worf, has the baby turned?

Turned?

So the head is down.

Dr. Crusher told me a few days ago that it hadn't.

She wasn't worried

because I still had a month to go.

I am not certain.

Can't you tell?

Worf, have you ever done this before?

Delivered a baby?

Yes...

No.

I took the Starfleet emergency medical course.

In a computerized simulation

I assisted in the delivery

of a human baby.

Sometimes it doesn't go by the book, Worf.

I am sure

everything will be fine.

Once the air is vented, the first thing you'll feel

is an extreme pressure on your lungs.

You have to resist the temptation to exhale.

Okay.

Next, our hands and feet will get cold, then numb

and some of the capillaries

on the exposed sections of the skin may burst.

Sounds like fun.

We will have about 15 seconds of useful consciousness

then about ten seconds of extreme disorientation

then we pass out.

Okay. Once the air is evacuated

one of us is going to need to get to that panel

to repressurize the bay.

We're ready.

Are you okay?

The field strength is down to 20%.

We cannot run the risk of staying here any longer.

We're in no danger till it drops below 15%.

We can afford to wait and see

if someone in Engineering notices those monitors.

Have you made preparations to separate the saucer section?

Yes, sir. We're in stand-by mode for docking latches...

Ensign, there's a thermal inversion

in the power coupling.

Quick... cross connect it

to the transfer coil.

That was close.

What happened?

Exactly what I said might happen...

the power coupling overheated

and the entire containment field almost collapsed.

O'Brien's fixed it temporarily

but this could happen again at any moment

and next time we might not be able to stop it.

You can't let wishful thinking guide your decision, Counselor.

It's time to leave.

We will separate the ship when I decide that it's time

and not before.

Is that clear

Ensign?

Yes. Perfectly.

Okay, try it.

Very good, Commander.

You have established a connection.

I can now raise the door.

There's no power on this entire deck

and yet, somehow these monitors are working.

The power reaching those monitors

has been diverted from the Bridge, sir.

But why?

Unless there's something they want us...

something they need us to see.

Wait a minute.

Data, the containment field strength is down to 18%.

Can you stabilize it?

No, sir. I do not have access to the containment field.

You will have to establish

a new link.

Locate the ODN conduit, sir.

Got it.

Yes, sir. You must now change the input matrix

of my secondary optical port

and then connect the ODN conduit.

That is not the correct port, sir.

Sorry.

You must hurry, Commander.

The containment field has dropped to 16%.

I'm trying. You need a bigger head.

The field continues to drop, sir.

Collapse is imminent.

Try it now.

I have made a connection, sir.

I am now stabilizing the containment field.

Sir, the field strength

is stabilizing.

18%...

20...

25...

I guess they got our message.

I was wrong, Counselor.

You could have easily been right.

Congratulations.

You are fully dilated

to ten centimeters.

You may now give birth.

That's what I've been doing.

Bearing down is the next stage.

It should start at full dilation.

Why has it not begun?

I don't know.

I don't think it's up to me.

It happens when it happens.

My computer simulation was not like this.

That delivery was very orderly.

Well, I'm sorry!

Did you feel an uncontrollable urge to push?

Good.

You are bearing down.

Now you must push with each contraction

and I must urge you gently but firmly to push harder.

Push, Keiko.

Push hard.

Push, Keiko.

Push. Push!

Push!

I am pushing!

The baby is emerging head first.

Good. One more contraction.

Okay.

That's good.

Push.

Push.

Hard!

I have the baby.

Oh. Oh.

I will smack the child to induce breathing.

I will cut the umbilical cord.

Blanket.

Okay.

I believe she looks like Chief O'Brien.

Oh.

You were wonderful, Worf.

I couldn't have done it without you.

Hello.

Hello.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

We are en route to Starbase 67 to undergo repairs.

Life aboard the Enterprise is slowly returning to normal.

Now just wait here.

You just can't stay away from the big chair, can you?

I don't think I'm cut out to be Captain.

First Officer, maybe.

I understand there aren't many qualifications.

Captain Picard to the Bridge, please.

Hello.

It's good to see you again.

What brings you to the Bridge?

In appreciation for the way you helped us

get out of the turboshaft

and the way you helped us not be scared

we want to present to you this commemorative plaque.

Give it to him.

Well, thank you.

Thank you very much.

I made the back piece.

Oh, and a wonderful job

you did of it, too.

Well, later this afternoon

we're going to finish the tour I promised you

starting with the Battle Bridge.

I'll see you at 1400 hours.

You have the Bridge, Number One.

- Aye, sir. - Aye, sir.