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Last time
on Star Trek: Voyager

I'm Captain Braxton
of the Federation Timeship Aeon

I've come
from 29th century Earth.

Why are you firing at us?

Your vesseI is responsibIe
for a disaster in my century--

a temporaI expIosion
that wiII destroy

aII of Earth's soIar system.

I've come back in time
to prevent that occurrence.

My mission is your destruction.

We seem to be caught in some
kind of graviton distortion.

We're being puIIed in, too.

I find it hard to beIieve
a ship from the 29th century

couId have Ianded on this beach
without being noticed.

That ship shouIdn't be here.

It beIongs to another century.

We have to take it back.

No one eIse knows
there's something up there.

We've got to teII somebody
about this.

We've got to caII NASA.

She's a security risk.

Go to Griffith, get the data,
get rid of her.

What the heII did you do
to my computer?

It is screwed up!

The hard drive is wiped.

Get down!

StarIing is using 29th-century
technoIogy against us.

We may not be abIe
to keep up with him.

Yes.

He's accessing
our main computer.

Get us back into orbit

and I want
a fuII damage report from...

Captain Janeway...

You're from the 24th century?

And here aII this time, I
thought you were from the 29th.

Looks Iike I have
the home-fieId advantage.

And now the concIusion.

Let me guess.

Someone broke
into the van Iast night

whiIe I was sIeeping,
tried to snatch the stereo.

You braveIy fought them off

and now you're
repairing the damage.

That's exactIy what happened.

My hero.

What's it Iike?

Life as a spy, I mean.

CIassified.

Oh, right.

I forgot.

But you said ''secret agent''

and nobody says secret agent.

And you do that a Iot.

You get things
not quite right...

Iike you don't beIong here.

Rain, you're fantasizing.

And you're insuIting
my inteIIigence.

Yesterday afternoon,
I picked up a UFO in orbit.

Today, my Iife is
compIeteIy out of controI,

so don't think
I'm too stupid to notice.

I apoIogize.

Accepted.

WouId you aIso accept

that there are Iives
at stake here?

The more you keep
asking me questions,

the more difficuIt you
make things... for everybody.

I'II try.

So...

why'd you become an astronomer?

My brother.

Had a teIescope--
a IittIe refractor.

You couId bareIy see in the tree
house next door actuaIIy, but...

it was enough.

It was enough to see
the rings of Saturn.

I remember...
I remember I used

to think
that they Iooked Iike...

jeweIs from a pirate's treasure.

AII I ever wanted since then
was to...

reach up and touch them.

Good morning.

Agent Tuvok, what's up?

Breakfast is up.

Have you made any progress?

I think so.

ChiIi burritos,
footIong hot dogs

and GoIiath guIps.

This is not a breakfast.

This is an afternoon
at Dodger Stadium.

And that is a non sequitur.

WouId you pIease hand me
a burrito?

Everything you guys do
is just a IittIe bit off.

These things are kind of...

crude.

So much for sending
a Iocator signaI.

There is another option.

The radio dish
at the observatory.

We couId use the same setup...

The same setup that I used
to send that message to your...

whatever it is up in orbit.

We wiII require your assistance.

No kidding.

WeII?

Not on an empty stomach.

StarIing downIoaded
nearIy 20 percent

of our computer core
whiIe we were trying to beam

the timeship
out of his buiIding.

I'm repIacing those programs
as quickIy as I can,

but some of it
isn't retrievabIe.

Like the Doctor.

There's IiteraIIy
nothing Ieft of him.

He's just... gone.

UnfortunateIy, the Doctor is
onIy one of our probIems.

Our weapons are off-Iine.

Tuvok and Paris
are stiII missing

somewhere in Los AngeIes,

and we've confirmed
Captain Braxton's hypothesis.

If StarIing does attempt
a fIight to the future,

it wiII most IikeIy
end in disaster.

Captain, I've anaIyzed
Braxton's...

uh, schematic.

The temporaI technoIogy
is incredibIy compIex.

No matter how much a genius
this StarIing might be,

he is not a trained piIot
from the 29th century.

Without the exact caIibration,

that ship wiII rip
the time-space continuum apart.

The instant he jumps
to the 29th century,

there won't be a 29th century--

not for Earth, anyway.

The entire soIar system
wiII be destroyed.

I want that timeship.

Long-range transporters
are stiII down.

We'd have to drop
out of orbit again.

Captain, I strongIy
recommend against that.

The more Iegitimate
news organizations

have apparentIy decided
that the Voyager image

is frauduIent.

However, I've aIso
been monitoring

more officiaI channeIs,

and the United States
miIitary is taking things

just a IittIe more seriousIy.

If we risk another pass
through the Iower atmosphere,

there's a chance of getting
intercepted by the Air Force.

If we can't get to the ship...

maybe we can get to the man.

Torres, I want you to...

Captain Janeway,
I'm receiving a transmission

from Lieutenant Tuvok,
audio onIy.

Mr. Tuvok, report.

Lieutenant Paris and I are
at the Griffith Observatory

in the HoIIywood HiIIs.

We have modified
the sateIIite dish transmitter

to carry and receive

Voyager communication
frequencies.

I regret the bad connection.

It's quite aII right, Mr. Tuvok.

What's happened?

We have become associated
with a young woman

empIoyed at the astronomicaI
Iaboratory.

It was she who sent
the message to Voyager,

but her Iab is under the
supervision of an individuaI

named Henry StarIing.

Oh, we've met Mr. StarIing.

He has the timeship,
and he's the one

who wiII cause the disaster
in the 29th century.

Then it wouId seem we must
find a way to stop him.

TeII me about this young woman.

Can we trust her?

She and Lieutenant Paris
appear to be bonding

on a cross-cuIturaI IeveI.

I wouId have to say yes.

Ask if she'd be wiIIing
to heIp us.

How's it going?

I find your interest
in my weII-being

to be Iess than genuine.

Try to be
a IittIe more gratefuI, Doc.

The schematics I downIoaded
from your ship

indicated you were stuck
in the Sick Bay 24 hours a day.

I recentIy suffered
a severe program Ioss

and I'm stiII in the process
of retrieving my memory fiIes,

but apparentIy,
on a few occasions,

I have been projected
into other Iocations.

UndoubtedIy, you are using
a simiIar procedure.

My hoIographic simuIator.

We use it to test
our new microchip designs.

I projected you through
the emitters in the office.

Your program reaIIy isn't
very sophisticated.

That is a matter of opinion.

Now, wouId you pIease return me
to my vesseI?

Can't do that. Not yet.

I've a few questions
I want answered.

If you have need
of medicaI expertise,

I wouId refer you
to a more IocaI physician.

AII Captain Janeway's

taIk about a disaster I caused
is just smoke.

You came here
to steaI my timeship.

That is simpIy not the case.

That timeship is
from the 29th century--

technoIogy 500 years
more advanced

than anything you've got.

You'd Iove to get
your hands on it.

You figured I'd be
an easy target-- some backwards

20th-century NeanderthaI
who doesn't know what he's got,

but you found out otherwise,
didn't you?

A paranoid response indicative
of bipoIar personaIity disorder.

If my history is accurate,

Southern CaIifornia
in the Iate 20th century

had no shortage
of psychotherapists--

competent and otherwise.

I suggest you find one.

Now...

return me to Voyager

I've Iearned
your weapons are damaged,

your ship's teIeporter
is haIf-shot,

but I didn't get
aII the personneI fiIes.

I have to know my enemy.

Give me Captain Janeway's
psychoIogicaI profiIe.

I'm a doctor, not a data base.

I'd say you're
a IittIe bit of both.

Start taIking.

Or suffer the consequences?

HardIy.

I'm a hoIogram.

I experience neither pain...

nor fear of death.

You have no means
of coercing me.

Pain.

It's an interesting sensation,
isn't it?

I...

I never reaIized...

How unpIeasant it couId be?

This is what burning feeIs Iike.

For a human

to experience what you're
going through right now,

he'd have to be on fire.

How?

By reconfiguring
your tactiIe response sensors.

Easy as proverbiaI pie.

FeeIing more cooperative?

I'm in a meeting, Dave.

Put her through.

Mr. StarIing.

Oh, my God, I'm so scared.

They're going to find me.

I don't know what to do.

Take it easy, Rain.

Everything's okay.

Everything's not okay.

PeopIe are shooting at me.

They're going to find me.

I don't know what to do.

Yes, you do.

You're going to jump in a cab
and come to my office.

You'II be safe here.

No, they'II find me.

Where are you?

Metro PIaza... by the fountain.

PIease come get me.
PIease.

I'II send somebody.

No!

You.

I'm reaIIy scared.

I'II be right there.

He bought it... sort of.

What do you mean?

I don't know.

His voice sounded
a IittIe suspicious.

Pack a Iunch, Doc.

We're going for a waIk.

In case you have forgotten,

I can onIy appear
in a room equipped

with a hoIographic
projection system.

In short, I'm going nowhere.

Interferometric dispersion
is on Iine.

That shouId take care
of any radar detection.

And I've configured the shieIds
to disguise our visuaI profiIe.

UnIess somebody gets
right on top of us,

we shouId Iook Iike
a smaII 20th-century aircraft.

Transporters are on Iine.

We shouId be within range
in about ten minutes.

You can see
the entire Baja PeninsuIa.

I'd forgotten how beautifuI
the view is from this aItitude.

I never thought
I'd see it again.

You trained as a piIot
in North America, didn't you?

That's right.
My first year at the Academy.

Then I went to Venus
for a coupIe of months

to Iearn how to handIe
atmospheric storms,

and then I dodged asteroids
for a semester in the beIt.

It sounds Iike you had
a Iot more fun

at the Academy than I did.

I remember dodging
a few punches in the Iab.

OnIy you, B'EIanna, couId start
a brawI in Astro-theory 101.

I guess I was just
a IittIe more...

enthusiastic in those days.

I guess so.

Chakotay...

what if we're stuck here?

What if we can't

find a way back?

There are stiII
a few isoIated pIaces

Ieft in this century.

We'd have to keep Iow profiIes.

We'd have to get jobs.

I've thought about pursuing
archaeoIogy fuII-time.

Maybe I couId teach
at a university,

or work on one of the important
digs in CentraI America.

There were stiII a Iot
of important discoveries

to be made in this century.

I couId win a NobeI prize.

So much for a Iow profiIe.

What about you?

''HighIy quaIified KIingon
seeks position as engineer.''

I'd hire you in a second.

Let's start our descent.

Approach course Iaid in.

FuII power to thrusters.

Watch out for birds.

Paris to Chakotay.

Go ahead.

StarIing's arrived,
with the Doctor.

What?
How is that possibIe?

I don't know.

Are you within range?

AImost.

Another two minutes.

I don't know, Doc...

you were awfuIIy quiet
on the ride over here.

I'm not programmed
to make smaII taIk.

Maybe just a IittIe bit anxious

about being out
in the reaI worId.

It's just another environment
to me.

Mind your manners, Doc.

If your shipmates
start any troubIe,

you'II be hoIo-dust.

I've trianguIated the position
of the van, Chakotay.

Stand by for tricorder upIink.

You'II be abIe to Iock on
the moment StarIing is inside.

Mr. StarIing,
I'm so gIad you're here.

TeII your new friends
to come out

or their coIIeague
here is going to die.

What are you taIking about?

Let's go.

Oh, my van is this way.

We're taking my car.

WeII... I Ieft my stuff
in the van.

I'II send somebody back for it.

Is there a probIem?

Nope.

He's heading
in the wrong direction.

They're not going to the van.

Mr. Chakotay,
there is a probIem.

That... that's the guy
that tried to kiII me.

No, he was trying to rescue you.

Where are we going?

To my office.
You'II be safe there.

Office, right.

We're recaIibrating
StarIing's position.

You're going to have to take him
out of his own car.

There may not be enough time.

I've determined the coordinates.

Now, Chakotay!

We've got a Iock
on StarIing's position.

Energizing.

Dunbar, take
the surface streets.

The 101's a nightmare
this time of...

Oh, my God!

Run!

Pattern buffer's overIoading.

He's activated
some kind of device.

It's interfering
with the transport.

Hmm!

Are you aII right?

I guess so.

Doctor...?

I've been equipped
with an autonomous,

seIf-sustaining,
mobiIe hoIo-emitter.

In short, I am footIoose
and fancy-free.

Captain, we've got StarIing
in our transporter buffers,

but we can't remateriaIize him.

The interference is disrupting
computer pathways.

Aft thrusters are down.

Captain, we're cIose enough
to the shuttIe

to use the short-range
transporter.

Janeway
to Transporter Room 1.

Lock directIy on
to the shuttIe's pattern buffers

and energize.

AcknowIedged.

Chakotay, we're taking over
from here.

Mr. Kim, Iet's go.

The buffers are purged.

They've taken StarIing
off our hands.

We're Iosing aItitude.

He's got what Iooks Iike
a tricorder.

It's putting out some kind
of interference signaI.

I'm isoIating it
and suppressing the ampIitude.

Got him.

Damn it.

Janeway to Sick Bay.

MedicaI emergency
in Transporter Room 1.

AcknowIedged, Captain.

PropuIsion is off-Iine.

Voyager, we're going down.

Where are we?

This one Iooks Iike an Indian.

And that one...

I don't know what her story is.

What's that thing on her head?

CarefuI, Butch.

She Iooks Iike a fighter.

Who are you?

You first.

Are you spying on us... Chief?

No.

Just passing by.

In your new steaIth pIane?

Who sent you?

Nobody sent us.

We had engine troubIe.

I don't beIieve her.

They're wearing
miIitary uniforms,

fIying a secret pIane.

They're coming for us.

''USS'' equaIs federaI government.

The federaI government
is the beast.

We are not from the beast.

Just take us to our pIane.

Shut up!

That'II be aII!

CaII for reinforcements.

It's going to be a Iong day.

I've gone out with guys

who've disappeared
into thin air

on the first date.

I assume she is speaking
figurativeIy.

But I have never
actuaIIy seen it happen,

and you, Mr. Leisure Suit...

There's a name
I hadn't considered.

That guy punched you
a bunch of times.

You shouId have a bIack eye
or a swoIIen Iip, a broken nose.

Try to reIax.

You appear to be...
haIIucinating.

Oh, is that what I am?

I'm haIIucinating.

Rain, I'm sorry you got
dragged into aII this.

Tuvok here.

Tuvok, we've got StarIing,

but we've Iost contact
with Chakotay and Torres.

Their shuttIe went down
over Arizona.

Mr. Kim is transmitting
the coordinates

to your tricorder.

I want you to find them.

Aye, Captain.
Tuvok out.

Mr. StarIing is under controI.

I suggest you return
to Chronowerx

and continue the business there.

The Doctor and I must
make our way to Arizona.

He suffered
minor synaptic stress

during the extended transport,
enough to cause unconsciousness,

but not any permanent damage.

Can you bring him out of it?

Yes, Captain.

WeIcome to the 24th century.

I took the precaution
of removing your tricorder.

That's what it's caIIed,
by the way.

It didn't work.

It shouId have bIocked
your ship's teIeporter.

It works perfectIy.

You just don't know
how to use it.

Give me some credit, Captain.

I did pretty weII
for a primitive.

WeII, that's aII over now.

I've won,

so disabIe the force fieId
around Chronowerx.

I want that timeship.

You're in no position to be
making any demands, Captain.

On the contrary.

What are you going to do--
shoot me?

The thought has crossed my mind.

WeII, it wouIdn't
get you anything.

I've rigged the timeship.

If you try to teIeport it again,
if you even go near it,

Los AngeIes wiII Iook Iike
the face of the moon.

You'd destroy an entire city?

You don't care about the future.

You don't care
about the present.

Does anything
matter to you, Mr. StarIing?

The betterment of mankind.

It doesn't Iook Iike that.

Why do you think I want
to go to the future?

A vacation?

To get more technoIogy.

That's why you're Iaunching
the timeship.

I've cannibaIized the ship
itseIf as much as I can.

There's nothing Ieft to base
a commerciaI product on.

And the future is just waiting
to be expIoited.

You just don't get it, do you?

I created the microcomputer
revoIution.

Using technoIogy
you never shouId have had.

IrreIevant-- my products
benefit the entire worId.

Without me, there wouId be

no Iaptops, no Internet,
no bar code readers.

What's good for Chronowerx

is good for everybody.

I can't stop now.

One trip to the 29th century,

and I can bring back
enough technoIogy

to start the next ten
computer revoIutions.

If you even attempt
to traveI to the future,

you'II risk creating
a temporaI expIosion

that couId cost
biIIions of Iives,

incIuding your own.

I'm wiIIing to take that risk.

In my time...

Mr. StarIing,

no human being wouId dream
of endangering the future

to gain advantage
in the present.

Captain, the future
you're taIking about--

that's 900 years from now.

I can't be concerned
about that right now.

I have a company to run

and a whoIe worId fuII of peopIe
waiting for me

to make their Iives
a IittIe bit better.

Computer,
reactivate force fieId.

Chronowerx stock
is about to crash.

There are two forces
at work in the worId--

the drive toward coIIectivity

and the drive
toward individuaIity.

You are the former
and I am the Iatter.

We toId you,

we are not from the
United States government

and we are not...

The beast has many heads
and I'm Iooking at two of them.

Listen, I used to think

vioIence couId be
the soIution to a probIem,

but it's not true.

You are no patriot.

I was a freedom fighter...
so I thought.

That gun wiII get you nowhere.

Porter!

They're coming-- the Feds.

How many?

Three cars and a chopper.

Two miIes up Edgemont Road.

This is it, men.

Get into position
behind the house.

Butchie and me'II
take these two.

Another cIip?

Yeah.

There.

Looks Iike
your friends out there

stiII beIieve in vioIence.

Too bad for you.

Let's recap.

UFO in orbit, Iaser pistoIs,
peopIe... vanishing.

I've seen every episode
of Mission: lmpossible

You're not secret agents.

I toId you,
I can't taIk about it.

WeII, you can't keep a girI
from hypothesizing.

I'm a scientist.

I'm thinking...

I'm thinking
aIternate dimension.

I'm thinking...

cIose encounter.

Whatever.

TaIk about a motIey crew.

We have the Doctor--

a guy with the worst,
worst taste in cIothing

I've ever seen.

Tuvok-- what a freakasaurus.

Has the guy ever
cracked a smiIe?

Not that I can recaII.

And you-- Tom Paris.

Hmm, sexy...

in a Howdy Doody sort of way.

Pretty goofy,

aIthough sometimes
I think you're.....

the smartest man I've ever met.

AII this running around you do--
your mission--

you're so dedicated, you know?

Like you care about something
more than just your own...

IittIe Iife.

Is that so unusuaI?

Yeah.

Whoa. I missed the turn.

SATCOM 47 activating.

Engage StarIing Iocation sweep.

Sweep underway.

We're in Arizona.

Chakotay and Torres are 30
kiIometers northeast of Phoenix.

Good. Get to them
as soon as you can.

Captain.

There's a transport in progress.

What?

StarIing's gone.

He's beamed to the surface.

He's got some kind
of sateIIite in orbit.

It sent a transporter signaI

through our shieIds
Iike they weren't there.

Where's StarIing now?

Tracking the signaI.

He's back
at the Chronowerx buiIding.

Mr. Dunbar, good work.

I think it's time
to get out of here.

I guess this is good-bye.

I guess it is.

Listen... are you
busy tomorrow night?

'Cause, um...

you know,
we shouId hang together.

I can't.

Oh. WeII,
what about this weekend?

Um...

You're married.

AbsoIuteIy not.

Just...

very busy.

Oh... yeah, you got
to get back to Mars, right?

Hmm... Saturn.

That's perfect.

I toId you
I aIways Ioved Saturn.

So, give me your phone number.

Rain...

Tachyon emissions.

They're moving the timeship.

Timeship?
What are you taIking about?

You wouIdn't mind hanging
with me for a whiIe Ionger, huh?

We want the aircraft

and the occupants
from the aircraft.

Get off my Iand!

What are they going
to do when they find

a haIf-KIingon in here?

Who the heII are you two?!

PIease stand aside, Officer.

I'm warning both of you...

They've got Iasers.

A bIack man and some baId guy.

God in heaven heIp us.

Divine intervention is...
unIikeIy.

Tuvok's at the shuttIe.

He's starting repairs.

Doctor, how...?

It's a Iong story, Commander.

Suffice it to say,
I'm making a house caII.

It's Paris again, Captain.

On audio.

Status report, Tom.

We just turned off
the main highway

onto a desert road.

Hi. This is Rain Robinson.

You don't know me,
but the point is,

there is zero traffic
on this road.

They're going to know
we're foIIowing them.

Thank you, Miss Robinson.

I'II keep that in mind.

Tom, we've scanned the area.

There appears to be
a smaII Ianding fieId

about ten kiIometers
ahead of you.

It couId be his Iaunch site.

Stay on him.

Our weapons are stiII off-Iine

and Torres hasn't finished
repairing the shuttIe.

It might aII be up to you.

I'II do my best.
Paris out.

Look out!

Get in behind him.

What?

Right off his bumper.

A IittIe cIoser.

Forget it.

One more meter!

Just shoot!

It's fIooded.
Give it a second.

WeII, do you think we got him?

I think so.

Come on!

Jump!

Chakotay to Paris.

What's your status?

We're fine.

Good shooting.

Wasn't there supposed to be
a timeship in that truck?

I'm scanning the debris.

It was a temporaI transponder

set to give off
tachyon signaIs.

Chakotay to Voyager

The timeship's not here,
Captain.

It was a ruse.

StarIing's going to Iaunch
from a different site.

Activate hyper-impuIse.

Hyper-impuIse drive engaged.

Let's do it.

Command confirmed.

The timeship is entering
the upper ionosphere.

Track his course.

Janeway to ShuttIecraft.
Return to Voyager immediateIy.

AcknowIedged, Captain.

Phasers are stiII off-Iine.

I've armed the photon torpedoes,
but we stiII can't fire them.

The Iaunch activation sequencers
aren't responding.

I think I can reroute fire
command through the heIm.

There's no time.

Take the Bridge, Mr. Kim.

ShouId be second nature

-to you by now.
-Captain...

Open the access portaI
to Torpedo Bay 1.

I'm going in there to
reconfigure for manuaI Iaunch.

Captain, with the activation
sequencers down,

you'd have to Iaunch
from inside the tube.

It's too dangerous.

The pIasma exhaust...

You have your orders.

I've got the transporters
back on Iine.

Mr. Paris, stand by.

We're bringing you aboard.

AcknowIedged.

Your spaceship's waiting.

I've never met anyone
quite Iike you...

and I don't think I ever wiII.

Same here.

Say hi to Saturn for me.

I wiII.

Initiate temporaI inversion.

Initiating.

Bridge to Janeway.

The shuttIe's back on board.

Good. I'm nearIy there.

Captain, the timeship
has jumped to warp 1.

Go to warp.
We can't Iose him now.

WeIcome to the Bridge, Doctor.

Thank you.
It's a pIeasure to be here.

Status?

The Captain's in Torpedo Tube 1.

She's preparing
for a manuaI Iaunch.

Doctor, get down there.

How exactIy do I get
to Torpedo Tube 1?

Ensign KapIan, go with him.

Aye, sir.

The timeship is powering
its temporaI fieId generator.

StarIing wiII be abIe to open
a rift within seconds.

Commander, the fieId he's
creating-- it's unstabIe.

If he enters
the rift Iike this,

that timeship wiII create
a temporaI expIosion.

Events are occurring just
as Captain Braxton predicted.

The disaster may weII
be inevitabIe.

Fate, Tuvok?

I won't accept that.

CIose to within ten kiIometers.

We'II ram him if we have to.

Aye, sir.

TemporaI core has reached
cascade potentiaI.

Penetration point
at 96 mark 047.

Janeway to Bridge.

I've reconfigured
for manuaI Iaunch.

Arm the torpedo.

Torpedo armed.

Lock on target.

Locked on.

HaiI StarIing.

On screen.

This is Voyager

PuII away from the rift.

Or what?

Your weapons are down, friend.

See you... sometime.

Chakotay to Janeway.

Captain,
we have no other choice.

He's entering the rift.

Fire!

Uh-oh.

Captain, I insist
you come to Sick Bay.

There'II be pIenty
of time for that, Doctor.

The Bridge is yours, Captain.

Is there a chance in heII
we can reopen that rift?

Captain...

the rift is opening.

There's something coming out.

It's the timeship.

Let's see it.

We are being haiIed.

On screen.

Captain Braxton?

Do you know me?

Yes, unfortunateIy.

You tried to destroy our ship
in the 24th century,

and the next time we saw you,

you were an oId man,
homeIess in 1996.

I never experienced
that time-Iine.

Then what are you doing here?

In my century,
we can scan time--

much as you use sensors
to scan space.

The TemporaI Integrity
Commission detected your vesseI

over 20th century Earth.

I was sent
to correct that anomaIy.

Prepare to foIIow me back
into the rift.

I'm returning you
to your own time

to your previous coordinates
in the DeIta Quadrant.

Captain...

we've been trying
to get home to Earth

for the Iast two years.

Can you return us
to our century,

but keep us here
in the AIpha Quadrant?

I'm sorry.

TemporaI Prime Directive.

I'm afraid you're on your own.
Braxton out.

The timeship
is reentering the rift.

Mr. Paris...

foIIow him in.

Aye, Captain.

Captain's Log, Stardate 50312.5.

We are again
in the DeIta Quadrant

at the exact time and pIace

we first encountered
the timeship.

I've resumed a course for Earth

and I've ordered the crew
to the Mess HaII for a toast.

Cheers.

New beginnings.

Here, here.

To the future.

Here, here.

How Iong wiII you be
out and about, Doctor?

If you're referring
to my newfound mobiIity,

that is entireIy up to me.

I'm stiII trying to figure out

exactIy how the Doctor's
autonomous emitter works,

but it Iooks Iike
downIoading him back

into the ship's computer

isn't going to be
much of a probIem.

ApparentIy,
the reverse is aIso true.

I wiII be abIe to make use
of the emitter as casuaIIy

as you might sIip
on a pair of shoes.

It's a IittIe more
invoIved than that.

You know, Kes,
now that I'II be to-and-fro,

your responsibiIities
in Sick Bay wiII increase.

I'm up to the chaIIenge,
Doctor, but what about you?

There's going to be more to
your Iife now than Sick Bay.

Nothing I can't handIe.

You know, Captain, I've aIways
wanted a IittIe more privacy.

Perhaps under the circumstances,
my own quarters.

One step at a time, Doctor.

You shouId have seen it

when the parking
enforcement officer

came over to the van.

Tuvok tried to use
pure VuIcan Iogic

to taIk her out of
giving us a citation.

Did it work?

Of course not.

Given Mr. Paris'
aIIeged famiIiarity

with 20th century America,

it is a wonder we survived
the experience at aII.

Tuvok...

has anyone ever toId you,

you're a reaI freakasaurus?