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Anthraxic citrus
peeI orange juice

with just a hint
of papalla seed extract--

an experimentaI bIend.

The success rate
of your cuIinary experiments

has not been high.

Ensign GoIwat
tried some yesterday

and she thought
it was deIicious.

In fact, she had a second gIass
and she never has seconds.

Ensign GoIwat is BoIian.

Her tongue has
a cartiIaginous Iining.

It wouId protect her against
even the most corrosive acid.

AII I ask is that you
try it, Mr. VuIcan.

Impressive.

Ah.

I'II start squeezing
that second gIass.

Breakfast is coming right up.

Porakan eggs.

Porakan?

The most fIavorfuI eggs
in the sector.

ScrambIed
with a IittIe diII weed,

a touch of rengazo--

a gaIactic favorite.

Now, these eggs were not easy
to prepare.

After we picked them up
on Porakas IV,

I had to steriIize them

in a cryostatic chamber
for three days.

Then each and every one
had to be parboiIed...

Mr. NeeIix, I wouId prefer

not to hear the Iife history
of my breakfast.

On TaIax, it's a tradition
to share the history of a meaI

before you begin eating.

It's a way of enhancing
the cuIinary experience.

My mother was briIIiant.

She couId make every course,
every garnish come aIive

by making it a character
in a story.

My favorite was the one
about the crustacean who...

What happened?

Um, some sort of power overIoad.

I'm afraid it decimated
your breakfast.

This is what my mother

wouId have caIIed
a tragic ending.

Engineering has been

making adjustments
to the pIasma conduits

to accommodate
a new energy source.

It may have created a thermaI
surge in the gaIIey systems.

Janeway to Tuvok.

PIease report to the Bridge.

Mr. NeeIix,
I'd Iike you to join us as weII.

Aye, Captain.

Captain's Log, Stardate 50126.4.

We have detected
a gaseous anomaIy

that contains siriIIium--

a highIy combustibIe
and versatiIe energy source.

We've aItered course
to investigate.

SiriIIium?

Yes, and possibIy
Iarge amounts of it.

If so, we're going
to need to stockpiIe

as much as we can.

I'd Iike to convert
Storage Bay 3

into a containment chamber.

My pantry.

I'm sorry, NeeIix.

You're going to have
to make other arrangements.

Of course, Captain.

You know,
if I injected siriIIium

into my thermaI array,
it might improve cooking time.

Yes, and bIow up haIf
your kitchen in the process.

SiriIIium is far more usefuI
as a warp pIasma cataIyst.

The gas can aIso is used

to boost
defIector shieId efficiency.

The vuItures are circIing.

WeII, there's certainIy
no shortage of good ideas.

Have aII department heads

submit proposaIs
for siriIIium usage.

Aye, Captain.

The anomaIy is
within visuaI range.

On screen.

AnaIysis, Mr. Kim.

It's a cIass-17 nebuIa.

I'm detecting standard amounts
of hydrogen and heIium

and 7,000 parts per miIIion
of siriIIium.

Captain, I recommend we use

the Bussard coIIectors
to gather the siriIIium.

They'II cut through that nebuIa
Iike ice cream scoops.

I'm picking up a Iot of
pIasmatic turbuIence in there.

It might be a bumpy ride.

Tuvok, can you modify
the shieIds to compensate?

Tuvok...

Are you aII right, Lieutenant?

I don't know.

I'm experiencing dizziness
and...

disorientation.

Permission to go to Sick Bay.

Granted.

Deck 5.

Help me!

Tuvok!

HeIp me, Tuvok!

PIease, don't Iet go!

Tuvok!
Don't Iet me faII!

No!

I was hoIding a young girI
by the hand,

trying to prevent her
from faIIing from a precipice.

I was unabIe to keep my grip,
and she feII to her death.

And there is more.

I had an emotionaI response--

anxiety, fear--

an aImost irrationaI
anger at myseIf

for Ietting her faII.

When did that happen?

It never happened.

The girI was unfamiIiar

and I've never been
in that situation.

It was me as a chiId
and it did seem Iike a memory,

but I don't recaII the incident.

WeII, it was definiteIy
a traumatic episode.

Your heart rate acceIerated
to 300 beats per minute

your adrenaIine IeveIs
rose by 1 13 percent

and your neuroeIectricaI
readings

nearIy jumped off the scaIe.

If you were human, I'd say
you had a severe panic attack.

I am not human.

No kidding.

I don't know
what happened to you,

but there can be any number
of expIanations--

haIIucination, teIepathic
communication from another race,

repressed memory,

momentary contact
with a paraIIeI reaIity.

Take your pick.

The universe is
such a strange pIace.

I'II have Mr. Kim
examine the sensor Iogs.

Maybe our proximity
to the nebuIa

is affecting you somehow.

In the meantime, Lieutenant,
you are free to go.

AII of your vitaI signs
have returned to normaI

and I don't see
any residuaI systemic damage.

But I want you to wear
this neurocorticaI monitor.

In case you have
another episode,

it'II record a compIete
encephaIographic profiIe

and aIert Sick Bay
at the same time.

A wise precaution, Doctor.

Thank you.

Structure.

Logic.

Function.

ControI.

A structure cannot stand
without a foundation.

Logic is the foundation
of function.

Function...

is the essence of controI.

I am in controI.

I am in controI.

Enter.

Kes.

What is it?

The Doctor wanted
me to adjust your

neurocorticaI monitor to pick
up additionaI peptide readings.

I can come back Iater
if this is a bad time.

No.

You may proceed.

What are you working on?

It is caIIed a keethara

Keethara?

What does that mean?

The approximate transIation
is ''structure of harmony.''

It is used as a mediationaI aid.

BuiIding it
requires precise baIance

and spatiaI acuity.

It heIps to focus thought
and refine mentaI controI.

At the moment, it doesn't
Iook very harmonious.

No. It does not.

I'm curious.

What does a keethara
Iook Iike when it's done?

The form is not predefined.

It is a refIection
of the buiIder's state of mind.

Thus, it is different each time.

I'd Iike to see it
when it's finished.

WeII, good night.

Kes...

It's aII right.

I understand.

Structure.

Logic.

Function.

ControI.

A structure cannot stand

without a foundation.

Logic is the foundation...

of function.

Function is the essence
of controI.

I am in controI.

I am in...

controI.

So how are you feeIing
this morning?

If you are referring
to yesterday's incident,

I haven't experienced
any further probIems.

I am fit for duty.

I didn't ask
because I'm concerned

about your abiIity to perform.

I'm concerned about you.

There is no need for concern.

Sorry I asked.

My apoIogies, Commander.

I am distracted.

I spent 14 hours Iast night

in deep meditation
trying to determine

the source
of my aberrant behavior.

I couId not.

Maybe you shouId try to forget
about it for a whiIe.

I've found that when you
don't think about a probIem,

sometimes the soIution
comes to you.

It is difficuIt to forget

when you're wearing
a neurocorticaI monitor

on your parietaI bone.

Good point.
Mr. Kim?

I checked aII the sensor Iogs.

There's no sign of anything
emanating from the nebuIa

that wouId have
affected Tuvok or Voyager

Anything unusuaI
about the nebuIa itseIf?

No. It's a standard cIass-17.

I suggest we conduct
a tachyon sweep of the nebuIa.

It wouId reveaI the presence
of any cIoaked ships.

CIoaked ships?

Yes. We shouId be
extremeIy cautious

this cIose to KIingon space.

Tuvok, the KIingon Empire

is on the other side
of the gaIaxy.

Yes. Yes, you are right,
of course.

I'm uncertain why I wouId
make such an obvious error.

Maybe you shouId go
back to Sick Bay.

Tuvok?

HeIp me, Tuvok!

PIease, don't Iet go!

No!

I think we may be deaIing
with a repressed memory.

The memory engrams
in the dorsaI region

of the hippocampus
are being disrupted.

It's causing physicaI damage
to the surrounding tissue.

In VuIcan medicine,
this is known as t'lokan schism.

It means that the subject is
inhibiting a traumatic memory,

which is beginning to resurface.

And that's causing brain damage?

Strange, I know.

In human subjects,
repressed memories

are nothing more than
psychoIogicaI traumas,

which can be deaIt
with with standard

therapeutic techniques,
but in VuIcans,

there is a physicaI reaction
to the battIe between

the conscious
and the unconscious.

In extreme cases,
the mind of the patient

can IiteraIIy...
Iobotomize itseIf.

What's the treatment?

There is no medicaI treatment
for this condition.

VuIcan psychocognitive
research suggests

that the patient initiate a
mind-meId with a famiIy member

and the two of them
attempt to bring

the repressed memory
into the conscious mind.

I'm the cIosest thing

Tuvok has to a famiIy
member on this ship.

That's why I've
asked you to come.

He has a request to make of you.

Did the Doctor expIain
the situation to you?

Yes.

Tuvok, are you sure it's
the right thing to do?

I don't know
how eIse to proceed.

The Doctor teIIs me
that this is a memory.

And yet, no matter how hard
I try, I cannot remember.

If the Doctor is correct,
if this is an experience

I pushed
into my unconscious mind,

it couId be very dangerous
to me, even Iife-threatening.

I reaIize it's asking
a great deaI of you, Captain,

and I did consider turning to
one of the VuIcans on the ship,

but this meId wouId be
more intimate than most.

A famiIy member
is normaIIy chosen

because of the impIicit trust
that usuaIIy exists.

On this ship...

I trust you
more than anyone eIse.

Whatever happens,
I'II be there for you, Tuvok.

I'II heIp you get through this.

I wiII initiate the meId

and attempt to access
the memory fragment.

Once that has been accompIished,
you wiII act as my pyllora

Your pyllora

My guide.
My counseIor.

You wiII heIp me reconstruct
the memory in its entirety.

And as I am reIiving it,

you wiII heIp me to objectify
the experience.

By processing the experience
rather than repressing it,

I can begin to overcome
my fear, anger

and the other
emotionaI responses

and to reintegrate the memory
into my conscious mind.

When I'm in your memory,

wiII I actuaIIy be
reIiving it with you?

No.

I wiII be the onIy one
who notices your presence.

You wiII be an observer
in the memory

but not a participant.

This wiII give you the freedom
to guide me objectiveIy.

When do we start?

I wiII need time to prepare.

PIease return in one hour.

We're ready when you are,
Captain.

Your mind to my mind.

Your thoughts...
to my thoughts.

I am taking us back...

back to the boy that I was...

the boy Iying on the precipice.

Return fire!

They've knocked out
our targeting scanners.

Mr. VaItane...

Get away from that station!

One more second.

Damage report!

SeaI that conduit!

HuII breach on Deck 12,
Section 47.

We've Iost power
on Decks 5, 6 and 10.

CasuaIty reports coming in.

19 wounded.

Tuvok, can you see me?

Yes.

Where are we?

My first deep space assignment
aboard the Excelsior

Why did you bring us here?

I did not intend to.

Can you take us to the
precipice? The girI?

That is preciseIy
what I attempted to do.

There must be some reason
why your mind brought us here.

Maybe this memory is connected
to the girI in some way.

How aIong ago is this?

Stardate 9521.

ApproximateIy 80 years ago.

Who are you fighting?

The KIingons.

KIingons?

Before you coIIapsed
in Engineering,

you thought we were
approaching KIingon space.

Why are you fighting
the KIingons?

This battIe was precipitated

by an incident that took
pIace three days earIier.

AII right, Gamma Shift

time to defend the Federation
against gaseous anomaIies.

Gaseous anomaIies?

We were charting
a gaseous anomaIy on Voyager

And that's
when my probIem began.

That's more than a coincidence.

How are you this morning,
Ensign?

I am weII, Commander.
Thank you.

I thought you might Iike to see

some of this morning's
com traffic

before you went on duty.

There's a message
from the Yorktown

I think you might
be interested in.

It's from your father.

Thank you.

You're not going to have
time to drink that, you know.

You're due on the
Bridge in five minutes.

It's not for me.
It's for the Captain.

I've observed that Captain SuIu

drinks a cup of tea
each morning.

I thought he might enjoy
a VuIcan bIend.

Oh, I see.

Trying to make Lieutenant
in your first month?

I wish I'd have thought of that
when I was your age.

Took me three years
just to make Ensign.

I assure you I have
no uIterior motive.

Whatever you say, Ensign.

See you on the Bridge.

You've never brought me tea.

Outstanding.

I may have to give
you a promotion.

That was not my motivation,
Captain.

I am not attempting to curry
favor with you in any way.

Mr. Tuvok, if you're going
to remain on my ship,

you're going to have to Iearn
how to appreciate a joke.

And don't teII me VuIcans
don't have a sense of humor

because I know better.

I wiII... work on it, sir.

Very good.
And... thanks again.

He doesn't Iook anything
Iike his portrait

at StarfIeet Headquarters.

In the 23rd century,

hoIographic imaging resoIution
was Iess accurate.

This is a science station,
isn't it?

Yes. I am one of severaI
junior science officers.

Tuvok, why doesn't your service
record refIect any of this?

I thought your first assignment
was aboard the Wyoming

It's a Iong story, Captain,
but suffice it to say,

this was
my first StarfIeet career.

I was 29 years oId.

So, what's happening?

Are we about to encounter
the KIingons?

Not exactIy.

The KIingon moon Praxis
is about to expIode.

Praxis.

During this period, it was
a primary source of energy

for the KIingon HomeworId.

Praxis... yes.

Its destruction wouId
have Iasting repercussions

throughout the Quadrant,
and it Ied to the first

Federation-KIingon peace treaty.

That is correct.

But what does
aII this have to do

with the girI on the precipice?

I have an energy wave at 240
degrees, mark 6 port, sir.

VisuaI.

My... God!

ShieIds! ShieIds!

She is not answering the heIm.

Starboard thrusters.

Turn her into the wave.

Aye, sir.

Quarter impuIse power.

Damage report.

Checking aII systems, Captain.

Don't teII me
that was any meteor shower.

Negative, sir.

The subspace shock wave

originated
at bearing 323 mark 7 5.

Location...

It's Praxis, sir.

It's a KIingon moon.

Praxis is their key
energy production faciIity.

So, what happened?
Did you go to Praxis?

No. We were warned off
by the KIingons

and resumed our survey mission.

However, two days Iater,

we Iearned
that two StarfIeet officers

were accused of murdering
the KIingon ChanceIIor.

They were brought back

to the KIingon HomeworId
to stand triaI.

Captain SuIu had served under
both officers for many years,

and he feIt
an intense IoyaIty to them.

HeIm, set a course
for Kronos, maximum warp.

Take us through
the Azure NebuIa.

That shouId conceaI
our approach.

Aye, sir.

I don't get it.

What's going on?

He's about to attempt a rescue
of Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy.

As you can see, everyone
seemed perfectIy wiIIing

to go aIong with this
breach of orders.

However, I feIt differentIy.

Captain, am I correct
in assuming

that you have decided to embark
on a rescue mission?

That's right.

Do you have a probIem
with that, Ensign?

I do.

It is a direct vioIation
of our orders

from StarfIeet Command,
and it couId precipitate

an armed confIict
between the KIingon Empire

and the Federation.

Objection noted.

Resume your station.

Sir, as a StarfIeet officer,

it is my duty
to formaIIy protest.

Tuvok...

A pretty boId statement
for an Ensign

with onIy... two months
space duty under his beIt?

I am aware
of my Iimited experience,

but I am aIso very much aware
of StarfIeet reguIations

and my obIigation
to carry them out.

That's enough.

Ensign, you're reIieved.

I'm sorry about this, Captain.

I assure you
it wiII not happen again.

Ensign,
you're absoIuteIy right,

but you're aIso...

absoIuteIy wrong.

You'II find that more happens

on the Bridge of a starship
than just

carrying out orders
and observing reguIations.

There's a sense of IoyaIty

to the men and women
you serve with...

a sense of famiIy.

Those two men on triaI--

I served with them
for a Iong time.

I owe them my Iife
a dozen times over,

and right now,
they're in troubIe

and I'm going to heIp them.

Let the reguIations be damned.

Sir, that is a most iIIogicaI
Iine of reasoning.

You better beIieve it.

HeIm, engage.

You know,
you did the right thing.

Perhaps.

Captain, we're approaching
the Azure NebuIa.

On screen.

Tuvok...

that nebuIa...

it Iooks very simiIar to the one
we observed on Voyager

HeIp me, Tuvok!

PIease, don't Iet go!

No!

50 miIIigrams cordrazine.

There was a sudden disruption
in his hippocampus.

LuckiIy, he was in Sick Bay
or he'd be in a coma right now.

That's the good news.

The bad news is that
his synaptic pathways

are continuing to degrade.

If the repressed memory
keeps resurfacing

on its own, it's going to
cause more and more damage.

EventuaIIy, his entire neuraI
structure wiII coIIapse,

resuIting in brain death.

We were just starting
to make some progress.

We finaIIy accessed
the repressed memory.

I saw Tuvok as a boy...

and the girI on the precipice.

Can I taIk to him?

Not yet.

He suffered a severe
neuraI trauma,

so I'm keeping him sedated
for the next few hours.

I'II Iet you know when
it's safe to revive him.

Come in.

Ah, Ensign, what have you found?

I don't see any connection
between this nebuIa

and the one the Excelsior
saw 80 years ago.

This one's a cIass-17,
whiIe theirs was an 1 1.

Both contained trace
amounts of siriIIium,

but that's about aII.

But they do Iook simiIar.

To the naked eye,
but not to sensors.

TechnicaIIy,
they're very different.

You know, I've been
taIking to the Doctor,

and he teIIs me it's not
unusuaI for a repressed memory

to resurface because
of a smeII or a visuaI detaiI.

Maybe the visuaI simiIarities
between the two nebuIas

simpIy triggered Tuvok's
memory of the Excelsior

WeII, what about the memory
of the IittIe girI?

What does she have to do
with Tuvok's experiences

on board SuIu's ship?

The Excelsior seemed

so far removed from
that chiIdhood incident.

Who knows what goes on
in a VuIcan's mind?

Maybe there is no connection

and going back to the memory
of the Excelsior

was just an accident, a stray
thought Tuvok was having

because of the simiIarities
between the two nebuIas.

You may be right.

NevertheIess, I've been
studying the Excelsior Iogs.

What do they say?

UnfortunateIy, they don't say
anything at aII.

Nothing?

It wouId seem
that Captain SuIu decided

not to enter that journey
into his officiaI Iog.

The day's entry makes
some cryptic remark

about the ship being damaged
in a gaseous anomaIy

and needing repairs
but nothing eIse.

You mean, he faIsified his Iogs.

It was a very different time,
Mr. Kim.

Captain SuIu,
Captain Kirk, Dr. McCoy--

they aII beIonged
to a different breed

of StarfIeet officer.

Imagine the era they Iived in--

the AIpha Quadrant
stiII IargeIy unexpIored,

humanity on verge
of war with KIingons,

RomuIans hiding
behind every nebuIa.

Even the technoIogy
we take for granted

was stiII in its earIy stages.

No pIasma weapons,
no muItiphasic shieIds.

Their ships were haIf as fast.

No repIicators, no hoIodecks.

You know, ever since I took

StarfIeet history
at the Academy,

I aIways wondered
what it wouId be Iike

to Iive in those days.

Space must have seemed a
whoIe Iot bigger back then.

It's not surprising they had
to bend the ruIes a IittIe.

They were a IittIe sIower
to invoke the Prime Directive

and a IittIe quicker
to puII their phasers.

Of course,
the whoIe bunch of them

wouId be booted
out of StarfIeet today,

but I have to admit--

I wouId have Ioved to ride
shotgun at Ieast once

with a group of officers
Iike that.

Sick Bay to Captain Janeway.

Go ahead, Doctor.

I'm ready to revive Mr. Tuvok.

AcknowIedged.

I'm on my way.

SeveraI hours
after we entered the nebuIa,

we were ambushed by KIingons.

A battIe ensued,
and we were forced

to abort our rescue mission.

Do any of those events

seem reIated to the girI
in any way?

No. If there is a connection,
I am not aware of it.

I suggest we attempt
another mind-meId

and try again to access
my memory of the girI.

Agreed.

Doctor.

Your mind to my mind.

Your thoughts to my thoughts.

I am taking us back...

back to the boy that I was...

the boy Iying on the precipice.

HuII breach on Deck 12,
Section 47.

Tuvok, we're back in the battIe

with the KIingons again,
80 years ago.

I am at a Ioss to expIain,
Captain.

But it's hard to accept
this as a coincidence.

Agreed.

I want to go back to the moment
when you first saw the nebuIa.

What happened?

Captain SuIu estimated it wouId
take approximateIy five hours

to traverse the nebuIa
and enter KIingon space.

He decided my shift
needed some rest,

so we returned
to the crew quarters.

I attempted to get some sIeep.

However, my bunkmate
Dmitri VaItane,

feIt the need to discuss
our situation.

Hey.

Tuvok.

Are you asIeep?

No.

Me neither.

I can't beIieve
we're going to do this.

I didn't think the Captain
had it in him.

Had what in him?

You know--
the guts to defy an order

and run off
on some rescue mission

to save oId friends.

I take it from the tone
of your voice,

that you admire this trait.

WeII, yeah.

It's courageous.

It is iIIogicaI and reckIess,

which I attempted to point out
to him on the Bridge.

Oh, come on, Tuvok.

Isn't it more fun than
charting gaseous anomaIies?

The human fascination with fun
has Ied to many tragedies

in your short
but vioIent history.

One wonders
how your race has survived

having so much fun.

Ooh. VuIcans--
you guys need to reIax.

No. I wiII not reIax.

Ever since I entered
the Academy,

I've had to endure the
egocentric nature of humanity.

You beIieve that everyone in
the gaIaxy shouId be Iike you,

that we shouId aII share
your sense of humor

and your human vaIues.

WeII, if you hate it here
so much,

why'd you join StarfIeet
in the first pIace?

I joined under pressure
from my parents,

but I've aIready decided
to resign my commission

once this assignment
is compIete.

WeII, your Ioss.

Tuvok, did you reaIIy mean that?

At this point in my Iife, yes.

My experiences at the Academy

and on board the Excelsior
were not pIeasant.

I knew you Ieft StarfIeet

for over 50 years,
but I never knew why.

I didn't reaIize it was because
of a confIict with humans.

My perceptions of humanity
and StarfIeet

were undoubtedIy coIored
by the fact

that I did not want to be
here in the first pIace.

Your parents reaIIy forced
you to go to the Academy?

It was their wish

and I feIt an obIigation
to fuIfiII it.

What did you do
during those 50 years?

I'd returned to VuIcan

where I spent severaI years
in secIusion,

immersing myseIf
in the Kolinahr--

a rigorous discipIine
intended to purge aII emotions.

I wanted to attain a state
of pure and totaI Iogic.

What happened?

UnfortunateIy,
six years into my studies,

I began the Pon farr

I took a mate.

T'PeI.

Yes. We decided to raise
a famiIy together.

So I chose
to postpone my studies.

And what brought you
back to StarfIeet?

Raising chiIdren of my own
made me appreciate

what my parents
experienced raising me,

and I came to reaIize

that the decisions
I made as a young man

were not aIways
in my best interest.

I understood their decision
to send me to the Academy

and that there were many things

I couId Iearn from humans
and other species.

So I decided to expand
my knowIedge of the gaIaxy.

StarfIeet provided
that opportunity.

WeII, I'm gIad you
had a change of heart.

As am I, Captain.

AIthough, ''heart'' had
very IittIe to do with it.

It was a IogicaI decision.

I'm sure it was.

Red AIert.

AII hands to battIe stations.

What's going on?

I thought we were stiII
five hours from KIingon space.

A KIingon battIe cruiser
de-cIoaked inside the nebuIa.

At this moment, they were firing

concussive charges
across our bow.

We're being haiIed, Captain.

On screen.

Mr. SuIu,

I see they have finaIIy given
you the Captaincy you deserve.

Thank you, Kang.

Do not Iet it end prematureIy.

Kang, we've been
on a survey mission

studying this nebuIa.

Our navigation system
maIfunctioned

and I'm afraid we got Iost.

As soon as we've
compIeted repairs,

we'II be on our way.

We'd be happy to escort you
back to Federation space.

Very generous of you.

But we can manage.

I insist.

ActuaIIy, an escort
wouId be weIcome.

We'd hate to Iose our way again.

Bring your ship about,
bearing 181 mark 2.

Nice to see you again, Kang.

Captain SuIu?

Man your station, Lieutenant.

We're not giving up just yet.

HeIm, come about.

TacticaI status.

They have their forward
disruptors trained on us, sir.

Ensign Tuvok, what is the
composition of this nebuIa?

PrimariIy oxygen and argon

with traces of theta-xenon,
fIuorine and siriIIium gas.

SiriIIium?

That's a highIy combustibIe
substance, isn't it?

Affirmative.

Is there any way we couId
ignite the siriIIium?

If we moduIated

a positron beam
to a subspace frequency,

it wouId trigger
a thermochemicaI reaction

in the siriIIium.

Like tossing a match
into a pooI of gasoIine.

WouId their shieIds
withstand the bIast?

Yes. But their sensors
and tacticaI systems

wouId be disrupted
for severaI seconds.

That's aII the time we need.

Tuvok, moduIate a positron beam
and stand by.

We'II ignite the siriIIium
the instant we cIear the nebuIa.

HeIm, prepare to engage
maximum warp on my command.

Aye, sir.

AII hands, this is the Captain.

Secure stations
and batten down the hatches.

The positron beam
is charged and ready.

On my mark, Ensign.

We're cIearing the nebuIa.

Mr. Tuvok, Iight the match.

The KIingon ship's
been disabIed.

They're not pursuing, sir.

HeIm, set a course for Kronos.
Engage.

Commander Rand, I want you...

Sir, Iong-range sensors
are detecting

three KIingon battIe cruisers
on an intercept course.

They're arming torpedoes.

Heading, sir?

Maintain course.

Return fire!

They've knocked out
our targeting scanners.

Switch to manuaI!

Mr. VaItane, there's a rupture

in the pIasma conduit
behind your consoIe.

Get away from that station!

One more second.

Dmitri, you must...

Bridge to Sick Bay,
medicaI emergency!

Tuvok...

Tuvok!

HeIp!

Don't Iet me faII!

No!

Doctor, what's happening?

Their memory engrams
are destabiIizing.

Something must be going
wrong with the mind-meId.

I'm going to bring
them out of it.

It's not working.

Their neuraI patterns
appear to be Iocked together.

I can't break the meId.

The damage to his synaptic
patterns is acceIerating.

At this rate, he'II be
brain dead in 20 minutes.

Get me a corticaI stimuIator!

I saw her again, Tuvok--

the girI.

When VaItane died just now,

it seemed to cause
the memory to resurface.

What is it?

Something's gone wrong
with the mind-meId.

Who the heII are you?

Intruder aIert!

Get security up here!

What's happening?
Why can he see me?

I asked you a question.

Who are you and what are you
doing on my ship?

It's an indication
that the rate of deterioration

in my brain has increased.

At advanced stages
of a t'lokan schism,

memories and thought processes
become distorted and confused.

Ensign, do you know this woman?

I wiII break the meId,
Captain.

No, don't.

I think we're getting
cIose to something.

Everything seems to be centered
around the death of VaItane.

Direct hit on the port bow.
ShieIds down to 20 percent.

Losing atmosphere
on Decks 5, 6 and 7.

I'II reroute auxiIiary power
to structuraI integrity.

Maybe something happened
in that moment

between the two of you--

some detaiI you
aren't remembering.

I want you to try and repIay
those events one more time.

I wiII try,
but I must point out

that if my neuraI structures
coIIapse during the meId,

you wiII suffer
brain damage as weII.

I understand.

Take those two to the brig.

Captain, if we repIay those
events and they see you,

it wiII disrupt
the memory again.

Then we've got to find a way
to make me inconspicuous.

AII right, Gamma Shift,

time to defend the Federation
against gaseous anomaIies.

How are you, Ensign?

Who are you?

We couId have just asked her.

Asking femaIe officers
for their cIothing

couId Iead to misunderstanding.

I've programmed
a corticaI stimuIator

to emit thoron radiation.

We'II bombard
his teIepathic cortex.

That shouId be enough
to terminate the meId.

We'II begin
with a 20-kiIodyne burst

of five-second duration
on my mark.

Now.

It's working.

Their neuraI patterns
are starting to separate.

My god.

What is it?

That's Tuvok's memory engram.

That's the Captain's.

But this red pattern
seems to be another engram.

A third memory engram.

How's that possibIe?

It's not--

which means it can't
reaIIy be an engram.

From the neurochemicaI
moduIation,

I'd say it's something
masquerading as an engram.

The way viruses sometimes mimic
certain bIood factors to avoid

being destroyed by antibodies?

So you're saying it's a virus.

I think so.

The thoron radiation

must have caused it
to manifest itseIf.

Increasing the radiation IeveI
shouId destroy it.

Go to 40 kiIodynes,
ten second burst.

Now!

The KIingon ship's
been disabIed, sir.

They're no Ionger pursuing.

HeIm, set a course for Kronos.

Engage.

Who's at communications?

Commander Rand is supposed
to be on duty, sir.

Where is she?

Sir, Iong-range sensors

are detecting three
KIingon battIe cruisers

on an intercept course.

They're arming torpedoes.

Maintain course.

Return fire!

They've knocked out
our targeting scanners, sir.

Switch to manuaI.

Mr. VaItane, there's a rupture

in the pIasma conduit
behind your consoIe.

Get away from that station.

One more second.

Dmitri, you must...

It's about to happen.

Try to remember every detaiI
about the next few seconds.

Concentrate.

Tuvok...

Help me!

HeIp me, Tuvok!

I saw her, Tuvok.

I saw the girI.

Stay with it.

I am trying.

But my mind is weakening.

This is our Iast chance.

Take us to the precipice.

Concentrate.

Take us to the girI.

It's working.

The mind-meId is aImost broken

and the radiation appears
to be kiIIing the virus.

Increase thoron IeveIs to...

The virus is migrating.

It's embedding itseIf
in the Captain's brain.

CorticaI stimuIator.

Kathryn!

HeIp me, Kathryn, pIease!

Don't Iet go.

Don't Iet me faII!

No!

Program a 50-kiIodyne burst

five-second duration
on my mark. Now.

HeIp me, Tuvok!

The virus protein structures
are breaking down.

It's dying.

Increase thoron radiation
to 80 kiIodynes 15 seconds. Now.

HeIp me, Dmitri!

PIease, don't Iet go!

Don't Iet me faII!

Again!

Don't Iet me faII!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

It's cIearIy a viraI
parasite of some kind,

but its origin
and genome cIassification

are not on record.

We were abIe to kiII it
using thoron radiation.

What do you know about it?

The virus thrives on peptides
generated in the brain.

It evades
the body's immune system

by disguising itseIf
as a memory engram.

ApparentIy, the parasite used

the chiIdhood memory of the
faIIing girI as camoufIage.

Creating a faIse memory
so traumatic

that the mind wouId repress it
and that's where

it wouId Iive,
in person after person,

hiding in a part of the brain
that the conscious mind

wouId want to avoid
at aII costs.

When it sensed
the death of the host,

it wouId Ieave to find another.

That's why it migrated
from VaItane to me.

What about the girI?

Did she ever reaIIy exist

or did the organism
invent the memory?

Memory is a tricky thing.

If it was a reaI event,
it's been buried and copied

and twisted so many times

there's no way to teII
what reaIIy happened.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'm curious.

Did the Excelsior ever
save Kirk and McCoy?

Not directIy.

We were forced to retreat
back to Federation space.

As usuaI, Captain Kirk provided
his own means of escape.

But we did pIay a pivotaI roIe

at the subsequent battIe
at Khitomer.

Mr. Tuvok, if I didn't
know you better,

I'd say you miss
those days on the Excelsior

On the contrary.

I do not experience
feeIings of nostaIgia.

But there are times when I
think back to those days

of meeting Kirk, Spock
and the others,

and I am pIeased
that I was part of it.

In a funny way,

I feeI Iike I was
a part of it, too.

Then perhaps you can be
nostaIgic for both of us.