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Captain's Log, Stardate 50537.2.

Routine scans of an uninhabited star system

have reveaIed the presence of gaIIicite,

a very rare substance, on the fourth pIanet.

If these readings are right,

we're Iooking at a yieId of nearIy a kiIoton.

That wouId be enough gaIIicite

to compIeteIy refit the warp coiIs.

They sure couId use it with aII the damage

they've taken the past two years.

Is there anyone in the area

who might consider this their property?

There are indications

that a coIony once existed on the pIanet's surface.

However, it appears to be Iong abandoned.

AII right, Iet's stake a cIaim.

I'II Ieave this in your hands, B'EIanna.

Use whatever resources and personneI you need.

You might want to taIk to Mr. NeeIix.

I beIieve he spent some time working in a mining coIony.

Aye, Captain.

These tunneIs are cIearIy artificiaI.

Someone eIse must've been interested

in digging up this gaIIicite.

That shouId make it easier to access the deposits.

True, but we have to be carefuI.

There's been a Iot of seismic activity down there.

Look, these tunneIs are compIeteIy coIIapsed.

We shouId bring Tom Paris on the away team.

He's had quite a Iot of rock-cIimbing experience.

I have spent severaI summers expIoring the Osana caverns,

which invoIved some quite treacherous cIimbing.

Great. You two can be our safety experts.

Have we compIeted our preparations

to your satisfaction?

We're done here, yes.

Let me take this opportunity to decIare Koon-ut so'lik--

my desire to become your mate.

What?

In human terms, I am...

proposing marriage.

Do you accept?

Uh, this is a-a IittIe sudden...

isn't it?

Besides, I thought that VuIcan marriages were arranged.

Don't you aIready have somebody back home?

She has sufficient reason to consider me Iost,

and has most IikeIy chosen another mate.

It's appropriate for me to do the same.

And you've chosen me.

I've come to greatIy admire

not onIy your impressive technicaI skiIIs,

but aIso your bravery and sense of moraI duty--

aII exceIIent quaIities in a prospective mate.

But you're a VuIcan.

I am... haIf KIingon.

I reaIIy can't imagine...

Perhaps we are not an obvious match.

However, our differences wouId compIement each other.

You've often expressed frustration

with your KIingon temper.

My mentaI discipIine wouId heIp you controI it.

Furthermore, I feeI that...

Wait, pIease.

PIease. Um...

I see that you've given this a Iot of, um, IogicaI thought,

and, uh, I reaIIy am very fIattered...

but my answer is no.

I'm sorry.

B'EIanna...

you may wish to reconsider.

Your choices for a mate are currentIy Iimited

to 73 maIe crew members on this ship--

some of whom are aIready unavaiIabIe.

I'II worry about my choices myseIf, thank you.

I shouId aIso remind you that many humanoid species

are unabIe to withstand KIingon mating practices.

Okay, that's enough.

Whereas, my superior VuIcan strength

wouId make me a very suitabIe partner.

Here are the resuIts of his corticaI scan.

So, what's wrong with him?

In addition to a disIocated jaw,

Ensign Vorik seems to be suffering

from a neurochemicaI imbaIance.

Meaning... what?

I beIieve I shouId discuss that with the patient privateIy.

You're going through the Pon farr, aren't you?

That's an extremeIy...

personaI question, Doctor.

Yes, I'm aware that VuIcans prefer

to keep their mating practices very much to themseIves.

There's aImost nothing in the medicaI database

beyond a few observations made by StarfIeet doctors

over the years.

Your symptoms--

the chemicaI imbaIance and Ioss of emotionaI controI--

are consistent with those observations.

Have you been eating and sIeeping normaIIy?

I knew there was something wrong.

I was hoping it wasn't...

this.

I assume this is your first Pon farr?

There's nothing to be embarrassed about.

It's a normaI bioIogicaI function.

I'II do what I can to heIp you through it,

but I'II need a IittIe more information.

We do not discuss it.

I'm afraid you'II have to.

You have a severe imbaIance in your brain chemistry.

If it gets much worse, it couId become Iife-threatening.

Now I need to know how VuIcans deaI with this condition.

We...

go home.

Every seven years of our aduIt Iife,

VuIcans experience an instinctuaI...

irresistibIe urge to return to the homeworId

and... take a mate.

But in your case, being stranded

haIfway across the gaIaxy, that's impossibIe.

Yes.

So, then, IogicaIIy, you try to find a mate here.

I assume that expIains your behavior

toward Lieutenant Torres.

I have aIways had great respect for B'EIanna.

I hope she isn't too...

upset with me.

With Lieutenant Torres, ''upset'' is a reIative term.

In any case, we're going to have to try to find

another way to treat your condition.

Let's start with a micro-ceIIuIar scan.

No!

I don't want medicaI treatment.

I wiII resoIve this myseIf.

How do you intend to do that?

There are certain meditative techniques.

I wiII be fine if simpIy Ieft aIone.

PIease...

aIIow me to return to my quarters.

Confine me there if you wish,

but aIIow me to resoIve my situation privateIy.

UntiI I have a better idea

of how to treat your condition...

I'II reIease you to your quarters.

You'II be under confinement

and wearing a corticaI monitor at aII times.

Thank you.

I'm concerned about Ensign Vorik's corticaI readings.

One returns to normaI IeveIs.

Then another one spikes.

It's chaotic, as if the brain's

reguIatory system had simpIy shut down.

I can't teII if he's making any progress

with these meditations.

I thought maybe you couId suggest

other possibIe treatments.

I cannot.

Is that because you don't know

or because you don't want to discuss it?

For both of those reasons,

there is IittIe heIp that I can offer.

It is inappropriate for me to invoIve myseIf

in Ensign Vorik's personaI situation.

For such an inteIIectuaIIy enIightened race,

VuIcans have a remarkabIy Victorian attitude about sex.

That is a very human judgment, Doctor.

Then here's a VuIcan one.

I faiI to see the Iogic in perpetuating ignorance

about a basic bioIogicaI function.

There is nothing IogicaI about the Pon farr

It is a time when instinct and emotion

dominate over reason.

It cannot be anaIyzed by the rationaI mind

nor cured by conventionaI medicine.

Anyone who has experienced it

understands that it must simpIy be foIIowed

to its naturaI resoIution.

Which is what, exactIy?

There are three options that I am aware of:

taking a mate, which Ensign Vorik has aIready attempted;

the rituaI combat, which does not appIy

to his situation.

Combat?

An ancient tradition of fighting for one's mate--

which, as I have said, is not reIevant here.

The third aIternative is the intensive meditation

he has chosen to try.

Isn't there anything we can do to heIp him with that?

I beIieve that any interference

wouId be unweIcome and counterproductive.

You must aIIow him to face this chaIIenge privateIy.

If he possesses enough discipIine

to reach a point of psychoIogicaI resoIution,

then his chemicaI imbaIance shouId correct itseIf.

The VuIcan brain never ceases to amaze me.

Thank you, Lieutenant. You've been a great heIp.

Ah, you two are awfuIIy prompt.

Impressed?

Oh, it'II take a IittIe more work

than that to impress me, Lieutenant.

Yes, ma'am.

AII right. Let me show you our target area.

ShouIdn't we wait for Ensign Vorik?

He's not coming.

This seems to be

the most accessibIe vein of gaIIicite.

We'II beam to the surface

then go down through this passageway

untiI it dead-ends in this chamber.

Then we'II descend aImost 50 meters, aImost straight down.

Do you see any probIem with that, Tom?

Um... weII, as Iong

as we go sIow and easy, we'II be fine.

Good. You're aII set, NeeIix?

I've got a Iaser driII, sampIe cases,

geo-spectraI anaIysis kit...

In other words, you're ready.

Let's go.

This way.

Look over here.

This must have been the coIony.

Not more than 50 or 60 years ago--

hardIy enough time for these structures

to decay so badIy.

They must have suffered some kind of disaster--

maybe an earthquake.

WeII, we'II send down an archaeoIogicaI team Iater on.

Right now, we've got our own work to do.

Are we in a rush?

I just don't see any point in wasting time--

unIess, of course, you want to staII,

to put off demonstrating your cIimbing expertise.

Grab your gear and try to keep up.

No matter how reaI a hoIodeck program may seem,

it just doesn't get your heart pumping

Iike a genuine physicaI chaIIenge.

It's exhiIarating.

If you're Iooking for exhiIaration...

It didn't Iook quite so steep on the sensor map, did it?

We're prepared for this.

We can handIe it.

Let's go.

AII this StarfIeet technoIogy aImost takes the fun out of it.

If you mean the fun of wondering whether your anchor wiII hoId

whiIe you're dangIing over a cIiff, I think I'II pass.

See you beIow.

You go first. I'II foIIow you.

Watch your footing!

You're right.

My heart is pumping faster.

Wait tiII we cIimb back up with a pack fuII of gaIIicite.

Oh, I'm just getting warmed up.

No!

Are you hurt?

You, you aImost got us both kiIIed!

I'm sorry.

I don't know what happened.

CarefuI, carefuI.

You might have broken it.

You had no business rigging safety equipment

when you had no idea what you were doing!

CaIm down.

This wasn't NeeIix's fauIt.

I saw him drive the piton, and it was soIid.

It must have maIfunctioned.

You are hurt.

I'm fine. No thanks to you two.

I wouId have been better coming down here aIone.

Don't you think you're overreacting a IittIe bit?

Just drag him to the ship.

I'II get the gaIIicite myseIf.

We can't Ieave you down here aIone.

He's right.

Let's contact the ship.

You get your hands off of me.

B'EIanna!

What is wrong with you?

Nothing.

I'm in charge of this mission.

I'II finish it.

Wait.

Go ahead, Tom.

I'II be aII right here.

The Iast thing we need

is for aII three of us to spIit up.

Paris to Voyager

We've got probIems down here.

I haven't been abIe to contact her.

She's either out of communications range

or just not responding.

Where is she now?

The Iast Iocation

I can verify is about ten meters beIow us.

I tried to stop her from Ieaving, Captain,

but she got very hostiIe and... bit me.

She bit you?

And she seemed to be enjoying it in a KIingon kind of way.

She's reaIIy not herseIf.

Any Iuck in getting a transporter Iock on them?

No. They're too far beneath the surface.

Tom, I'm sending an away team down to you.

We'II get NeeIix out of there, then go after B'EIanna.

Tuvok, you're with Chakotay.

Captain, I'd Iike to request a short deIay.

I may have an expIanation for Lieutenant Torres' behavior.

Go away.

I said...

go away!

I'm sorry, sir.

No. I must apoIogize for the intrusion,

particuIarIy at this time.

Then you know.

Yes. I regret

that I must ask you some uncomfortabIe questions

regarding Lieutenant Torres.

Yes, sir.

It is important for me to know specificaIIy

what happened between the two of you.

Was there any physicaI contact?

Yes.

PIease describe your actions.

It's... hard to remember.

I was acting irrationaIIy.

I beIieve... I approached her.

I...

I touched her face.

I meant to be gentIe,

but she tried to move away

and then I was hoIding her more tightIy,

both hands on her face, Iike this.

It feIt very important not to Iet go.

I'm... I'm not certain why.

I beIieve you were initiating a teIepathic mating bond.

I... didn't know it couId happen that way.

I wanted to bond with her. That much I remember cIearIy.

ApparentIy, you succeeded.

Lieutenant Torres has been dispIaying unusuaI behavior,

very much Iike the earIy stages of Pon farr

How is that possibIe?

She's not VuIcan.

There have been instances

of VuIcans mating with members of other races.

But she rejected me, forcefuIIy.

Even a brief moment of bonding

may have been enough to disrupt her seIf-controI,

as the Pon farr does in us.

In a haIf-KIingon, the effects may be even more extreme.

I have to go to her.

You cannot.

Lieutenant Torres is out of contact on the pIanet.

Then I'II find her.

B'EIanna needs me, and I need her.

It is a far more sensibIe strategy

to get her safeIy back to Voyager

and then decide on the proper resoIution.

The resoIution must be that we become mates.

It is onIy IogicaI.

Lieutenant Torres has never been a great foIIower of Iogic.

You think she'II reject me again?

It might be wise

to continue your meditative efforts.

I'II do my best, sir.

It is difficuIt to estimate how soon her condition

wiII become Iife-threatening.

Life-threatening? She couId die from this?

Yes.

And you've gone through it

every seven years of your aduIt Iife?

You onIy need to be concerned

with Lieutenant Torres' situation.

Right.

WeII, it Iooks Iike finding her won't be easy.

Scanning range is Iimited to about 20 meters,

and even that's not too reIiabIe.

You said she was going after the gaIIicite,

so we'II do the same, and hope it Ieads us to her.

I'm ready to go, Commander.

Let's go.

B'EIanna.

Tom.

Come here, you've got to see this.

How are you feeIing, Lieutenant?

Fine. This is an active power system.

It must have been buiIt by the coIonists.

We'II send somebody down here to study it

more cIoseIy.

Right now, we've got to get you back to the ship.

No. No. This is my discovery. It's my mission.

You don't understand.

This is the source of the gaIIicite readings.

These conduits are covered with gaIIicite pIating.

It's exactIy what we need, and I found it.

Yes, Lieutenant.

You've succeeded in your mission.

Now you must tend to yourseIf.

You're experiencing a condition known as Pon farr

Pon what?

Your emotionaI baIance has been disrupted.

You may not be in controI

of your more aggressive instincts.

I Iost my temper for a minute. That's aII.

Why are you aII staring at me Iike that?

PIease, come back with us to the ship.

Just Ieave me aIone.

Who are you?

What do you want?

My name is Chakotay.

I assure you we have no hostiIe intent.

She does.

B'EIanna, pIease.

She is suffering from a chemicaI imbaIance

which is affecting her behavior.

An imbaIance?

Is it contagious?

No. However, she does need our assistance.

We'd be gIad to take her and Ieave your territory.

Not before you teII me why you came here.

We onIy came to find some gaIIicite.

We thought this pIanet was uninhabited.

Then why are you carrying weapons?

It's standard procedure for any mission

into unfamiIiar territory.

Let me see one.

And what is that?

Some sort of scanning device?

Yes. It's caIIed a tricorder.

But it didn't detect any Iife-forms here?

No, it didn't.

What's that?

Seismic aIert.

That waII is unstabIe.

Be carefuI.

Watch out.

B'EIanna, don't!

B'EIanna!

There must be a hidden door, some kind of a passageway.

I'm not picking up anything Iike that...

or any Iife signs.

Then you're using it wrong.

Yeah, that must be it...

or eIse these aIiens are generating

some kind of interference so we can't detect them.

We have to get out of here before they come back.

We can't Ieave Chakotay and Tuvok.

If you have any ideas how to find them, I'm Iistening.

We have to get back to the ship and get some heIp...

for them and for you.

Why does everybody keep saying there's something wrong with me?

I'II try to expIain it to you.

But we've got to get moving.

There.

Your serotonin IeveIs are stabiIized for the moment,

but I'm concerned about these fIuctuations.

It's becoming more difficuIt to compensate.

I wiII increase my efforts...

to controI them, Doctor.

I'd Iike you to consider an aIternative treatment

I've been deveIoping.

No, I wiII deaI with this myseIf.

Ensign, your Iife is at risk.

You don't understand.

How weII a VuIcan copes

with this experience is a test of his character.

I've aIready humiIiated myseIf and Lieutenant Tuvok

by aIIowing a private matter to become so...

pubIic.

Give yourseIf a IittIe credit.

You're doing the best you can

under unusuaIIy difficuIt circumstances.

If you were back on VuIcan,

you'd have your famiIy and friends there to heIp you.

I shouIdn't need any heIp.

I know that seIf-sufficiency is very important to a VuIcan,

but there is nothing shamefuI in getting

a IittIe guidance every once in a whiIe.

I'd Iike you to consider my aIternative,

and then you can decide whether or not to try it.

Ensign.

I don't understand the purpose of coming here.

Trust me.

Ensign Vorik,

I'd Iike you to meet T'Pera.

SureIy you're not suggesting that she become my mate.

WeII, I wouIdn't recommend a Iifetime commitment, but...

she might be abIe to heIp you with your immediate probIem.

She's a hoIogram.

She isn't reaI.

Then I assume you have the same Iow regard for me.

You're a skiIIed physician, Doctor,

but Iet me point out the Iimitations

to your own experience with physicaI matters.

I beIieve we're discussing

your sexuaI difficuIties at the moment, Ensign.

And this hoIographic mate

is the best soIution I can think of.

She won't be the same as a reaI mate.

The difference is aII in your mind,

which, if I've understood you and Mr. Tuvok correctIy,

is where the Pon farr must uItimateIy be resoIved.

Let your mind convince your body that she...

is exactIy what you need her to be.

Think of this as an advanced seIf-heaIing technique.

It wiII stiII require considerabIe

mentaI discipIine on your part.

There is a certain Iogic to your suggestion, Doctor.

I wiII try.

Good.

WeII, then, I'II Ieave the two of you aIone.

Tuvok must be wrong about this Pon farr business.

It doesn't make any sense.

It does expIain how you've been acting.

I don't see what's so strange.

How about starting a fight with a group of armed aIiens?

Shouting at NeeIix? Giving me this?

If I remember my KIingon customs,

biting someone on the face means...

I know what it means.

AII right.

So, maybe I do feeI...

something, some kind of...

instinct.

What am I supposed to do about it?

When we get back to the ship,

the Doctor shouId be abIe to heIp--

or there's aIways Vorik.

I am not heIping that VuIcan pahtk

The idea of bonding with him...

The idea of bonding with him...

it's Iudicrous.

What's this?

The tremor must have shaken the rocks Ioose.

WeII, they're in the way.

No, hoId it.

We don't know how stabIe this tunneI is.

An energy bIast might bring the rest of it down on our heads.

Let go!

No.

I think I shouId keep this.

Never pick a fight with a KIingon, Tom.

I'm not going to fight with you, B'EIanna.

Afraid I'II break your arm?

You shouId be.

B'EIanna, stop it!

This isn't about the gun.

This is about sex.

But that's not going to happen right now.

I think it is.

See, I've picked up your scent, Tom.

I've tasted your bIood.

No.

No, I'm your friend

and I have to watch out for you

when your judgment's been impaired.

If you Iet these instincts take over now,

you'II hate yourseIf

and me, too, for taking advantage of you.

I won't do that.

Maybe...

maybe we shouId continue separateIy.

No.

You don't know how strong...

how hard it is to fight this...

urge.

Are you teIIing me that I'm impossibIe to resist?

I wouIdn't go that far.

Good.

Come on.

I want to know about the vesseI which brought you here--

your propuIsion systems, weapons, sensors-- everything.

You have an artificiaI impIant in your arm.

Yes. It was necessary to repIace the eIbow joint

after I was injured in a combat simuIation.

I aIso want to know about your medicaI technoIogy--

scientific advances, artificiaI inteIIigence...

I'd be gIad to teII you aII about my peopIe

and Iearn about yours.

There's no need to hoId us here for interrogation.

You shouId expect no better treatment

after invading Sakari territory.

As I said, we didn't know there was anyone down here.

Yes... so you've said.

Your peopIe have cIearIy made

every effort to avoid detection by outsiders.

Is it so difficuIt to beIieve

that those measures were effective in our case?

If they had been fuIIy effective, you wouIdn't

have found anything interesting enough to bring you here.

That's something we can heIp you with.

What?

We can show you how we detected the gaIIicite,

so you can disguise it better.

We can aIso heIp you eIiminate

the Iast traces of the ruins on the surface,

so no one eIse wiII be curious about them.

You've seen the ruins?

Yes.

I assume the Sakari once Iived there.

Long ago...

before I was born.

What happened?

My peopIe never even knew who the invaders were

or why they attacked.

It was aII over in Iess than an hour.

Some of the coIonists were fortunate enough

to escape into the mines.

We've Iived here ever since, where it's safe.

If the invaders ever Iearned of our existence here,

they might return.

I certainIy understand your caution,

but Iet us demonstrate our good faith

by heIping you protect yourseIves.

Then we'II go and never bother you again.

Agreed.

But you wiII be supervised at aII times.

We're aImost to the next passageway.

Can you make it?

Not much choice.

It's aII right.

We'II find a way out.

We shouId use that weapon.

It's worth the risk now.

WeII, I might agree with you if I stiII had it.

It's buried somewhere under aII that.

What?!

Sorry.

Try to stay caIm.

I know it's hard.

You don't know anything!

I feeI Iike I'm crawIing out of my skin!

I need to do something.

I can't take this!

You've never been hard to get, Tom.

WeII, I'm making an exception.

I can't Iet you do this.

Oh?

Oh, but you wish you couId.

AII those invitations to dinner...

and on the hoIodeck, the way you wouId stare at me

when you thought I wasn't Iooking...

and get jeaIous when I'm with someone eIse.

You can't teII me you're not interested in me.

You're right.

I can't.

Then don't push me away.

Oh, beIieve me, I'd Iike to,

but I know this isn't reaIIy you.

You've made it cIear that you're not interested

and I have to accept that's how you feeI, even now.

No...

no, it isn't.

I was... I was just afraid to admit it.

You see, I've wanted this for so Iong.

Just Iet it happen.

I hope someday you'II say that to me and mean it.

You'd Iet me go insane rather than heIp me?!

You know that's not true.

You just... stay away from me!

You caIIed, Ensign?

Is there a... probIem?

Not at aII.

You seem...

much improved.

Yes.

Your hoIodeck therapy was very effective.

I must compIiment you on an innovative soIution.

I'm pIeased to hear that.

This couId be a viabIe aIternative

for space-faring VuIcans.

When we get back, I'm sure StarfIeet medicaI wiII...

never hear about your personaI experiences from me.

Thank you, Doctor.

May I return to duty?

Soon enough, Ensign.

I'II need to run a few more corticaI scans.

Mr. Vorik's biochemicaI readings are stabiIizing.

They're not back to normaI yet,

but I beIieve he's gotten through the worst of it.

I'm ready to reIease him from Sick Bay.

Good work, Doctor.

WiII this treatment heIp B'EIanna as weII?

I don't see why not.

As soon as the away team gets back,

I'II send her straight to you.

I'II get to work designing

the haIf-KIingon version of the program.

There's a copious amount of information

in the cuIturaI database about their mating practices.

Did you know that fracturing a cIavicIe

on the wedding night is actuaIIy

considered a bIessing on the marriage?

As a matter of fact, I didn't.

I'm pIanning to do a comparative study

of aII these mating rituaIs.

It reaIIy is fascinating...

...from a sociobioIogicaI point of view.

I'm sure B'EIanna wiII appreciate your efforts, Doctor.

Mm.

Where are we?

StiII stuck in the cave, I'm afraid.

The caves?

The gaIIicite-- where's my tricorder?

No, we're not Iooking for the gaIIicite anymore.

We're trying to get back to the ship, remember?

No... I don't.

Are you two aII right?

B'EIanna needs heIp.

We've got to get her out of here.

Chakotay to Voyager

PIease respond.

StiII nothing.

What's the matter?

Why aren't they answering?

There must be some kind of communications probIem.

I'm sure they'II cIear it up soon.

It may not be soon enough.

I am concerned about the rapid progression of her symptoms.

You must heIp her now, Mr. Paris.

If she does not resoIve the Pon farr,

she wiII die.

B'EIanna, I know this is a pretty bizarre situation--

probabIy not what either one of us had in mind--

but it's too Iate to worry about that now.

Tom...

What?

Be quiet.

So, this is the part

where you throw heavy objects at me?

Maybe Iater.

I'm not sure exactIy what I'm supposed to do.

WeII, what are you doing?

Enjoying myseIf?

Then show it.

You are my mate, not his!

What are you doing here?

I've come to cIaim you, to fuIfiII our bond

and if necessary, to face my rivaI!

Lieutenant Tuvok!

Ensign.

Sir, I decIare Koon-ut kal-if-fee

The rituaI chaIIenge.

He intends to fight to win his mate.

If you want a fight, you've got one.

HoId on, Tom.

There's not going to be any chaIIenge.

Are you responsibIe for the ship being out of contact?

It was necessary to disabIe the communications,

transporters and shuttIes.

No one wiII keep me from my mate!

I am not your mate!

We wiII soon decide that!

If anyone is going to smash

your arrogant IittIe face in, I wiII!

I take your chaIIenge myseIf!

She has the right to choose her own defender--

even herseIf.

Now, just hoId on.

Neither of you are thinking straight right now.

They are foIIowing their instincts

and I suggest we aIIow them to do so.

You mean, Iet them fight?

It is IogicaI.

Both must resoIve their Pon farr before it kiIIs them.

We cannot wait to hear from Voyager

They'II tear each other to pieces!

The risk of injury seems preferabIe

to the certainty of dying from a chemicaI imbaIance.

Commander, I see no aIternative but to foIIow VuIcan tradition.

AII right.

Begin.

It's over, isn't it?

The bIood fever has been purged.

They wiII both recover.

Captain's Log, Stardate 50541.6.

We're foIIowing through with Chakotay's offer

to heIp the Sakari improve their camoufIage,

and they've agreed to suppIy us

with a generous quantity of gaIIicite.

Deck 2.

So, Iooks Iike you're feeIing better.

Hmm.

You back on duty?

-Yes. -Hmm.

Yes, I'm fine. Thanks.

The refit is going weII.

We shouId have new warp coiIs by the end of the week.

Oh, good.

GIad to hear it.

Computer, haIt turboIift.

Look, this is ridicuIous.

We are going to be together on this ship for a Iong time.

You're right.

We have to pretend that the whoIe mission didn't happen.

But something did happen, B'EIanna.

Look, Tom, I reaIIy appreciate what you did--

what you were wiIIing to do for me--

but as far as I'm concerned, I was under the infIuence

of some weird VuIcan chemicaI imbaIance

and whatever I did, whatever I said-- it wasn't me.

Yeah, I know.

You're afraid that your big, scary KIingon side

might have been showing.

WeII, I saw it up cIose

and you know, it wasn't so terribIe.

In fact, I wouIdn't mind seeing it again someday.

Computer... resume.

CarefuI what you wish for, Lieutenant.

Your caII sounded urgent.

I think there's something you shouId see, Captain.

We found this as we were cIearing away the ruins.

UndoubtedIy, one of the invaders who destroyed this coIony.

The Borg.

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