All language subtitles for Star Trek - Voyager - S04E12 - Mortal Coil.en

Thank you.

Oh, you look like a man
who could use more coffee.

Keep it coming.

I'm working
on my monthly ops report.

So much has happened in the
last few weeks on this ship,

I'm going to be up all night.

This firenut blend
should keep your eyes open.

Potent stuff.
Thanks.

- Neelix.
- Yes.

I know you have your
hands full this evening,

but I could use your help.

At your service, Commander.

We're approaching
a class-1 nebula.

Sensors are picking up traces
of protomatter inside.

I understand you've
dealt with it before.

Absolutely, when I was
making my living as a trader.

Protomatter's one of the most
sought-after commodities.

It's the best energy source
in the Quadrant.

Well, we could use

your expertise
in collecting a sample.

We're leaving at 1400.

See you in the shuttle bay?

I'll be there, sir.

These nutritional supplements
are unacceptable.

What's wrong?

They are pungent.

That's the whole idea.

I've been adding
Talaxian spices

to broaden your palate.

My palate is sufficiently broad.

Why settle for "sufficient"?

The Doctor tells me

you have a full complement
of taste buds.

You've hardly begun
to use them.

Come by the Mess Hall
Thursday night.

It's the first day of Prixin.

We'll have an impressive array
of exotic cuisine.

Prixin?

The Talaxian celebration
of family.

We observe it every year
on Voyager.

Now that you're
part of the family...

What should I do to prepare?

Nothing.

It's not a mission, Seven.

It's a party!

Ensign Wildman to Neelix.

Uh, Neelix here.

I hate to bother you,

but Naomi's having trouble
getting to sleep again.

Would you mind?

No bother at all.
I'm on my way.

If you'll excuse me,
duty calls.

"Naomi"-- I don't recall
that designation

on the crew manifest.

That's because she's not
a member of the crew.

Naomi was the first child
born on Voyager.

I'm her godfather

and the only one that can
get her to sleep lately.

Bon appetit.

No monsters here.

Good.

Check the replicator.

Ah.

Nothing.

Naomi, maybe Neelix
should check your room

SO you can go to bed.

Okay.

In there.

Nobody here.

There.

Ah, there's not
a monster in sight.

Can you stay longer?

I'm afraid to go to sleep.

Honey, Neelix has to go to work.

Oh, it's all right.

You know what I think about
when I'm afraid to go to sleep?

No. What?

The Great Forest.

What's that?

It's a place my people believe

we're all going to go to
someday.

It's a beautiful, beautiful
forest filled with sunlight

and all the people who ever
loved me are gathered there

to watch over me as I sleep,
to protect me.

Really?

Mm-hmm, and when I think about
that forest and those people,

I'm not afraid to sleep anymore.

Do you think those people
watch over me, too?

I know they do.

Now, I'm going to be away
for the next couple of days,

so if you're afraid to sleep,

I want you to think
of that Great Forest.

All right.

Pleasant dreams.

Night, Neelix.

Thank you.

Cylinder...

Oh!

Sorry.

I didn't realize you were home.

I was regenerating.

I see.

Do you require assistance?

No, no, no, I have a small

containment cylinder
stored here.

I'll just be a minute.

Cylinder...

Little cylinder, where are you?

Cylinder, you were here
a month ago.

Now, I know you
didn't just roll

out of the airlock
all by yourself.

Now, where are you?

Oh...

I'm sorry.

I'm talking to myself.

It's my way
of remembering things.

You are a peculiar creature,
Neelix.

Thanks.

I think.

Ah! Here it is.

Oh, this will be perfect

for containing
a small amount of protomatter.

Last time I used
this little wonder,

I nearly lost it to the Kazon.

The Kazon-- Species 329.

You're familiar with them.

The Borg encountered
a Kazon colony

in the Gand sector.

Grid 6920.

Were they assimilated?

Their biological and
technological distinctiveness

was unremarkable.

They were unworthy
of assimilation.

I didn't realize the Borg
were so discriminating.

Why assimilate a species

that would detract
from perfection?

Good point.

Well, um, if you'll excuse me,
I'm needed in the shuttle bay.

Pleasant...

regenerating.

One day a week--
that's all I ask.

How hard can it be?

Harder than you think.

Neelix, it's pizza!

Bread, tomatoes, cheese.

The cheese alone
would take days.

Separating curds and whey
from synthesized milk--

it's a delicate process.

So replicate the cheese!

Since it means so much to you,
I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

There's a concentration
of protomatter directly ahead.

Neelix?

Set the transporter
for 10,000 AMUs.

Not a particle more.

The containment field
is standing by.

We're in range.

Energizing.

What happened?

The transporter beam
ignited the protomatter.

Shields are weakening.

Disengage transport.

Shields are down!

I've got the sample, Commander,
and it's stable.

Let's get out of...

We're clear of the protomatter.

How's Neelix?

He's dead.

No heartbeat.

No synaptic response.

Extensive cell damage
to his brain.

Try a cortical stimulator.

It won't work.

His neural pathways were
disrupted by the protomatter.

Set the stimulator
for an autonomic bypass.

At least, we can get
his vitals going.

It's too late for that.

The damage was too severe.

We're running
into more protomatter.

I need your help.

Captain's Log, Stardate 51449.2.

After receiving a distress call
from Commander Chakotay,

we've sent a beacon
into the nebula

and we're in the process
of tracking down the away team.

Captain, I'm detecting
a shuttle.

Hail them.

No response.

The shuttle's primary
systems are off-line.

Life signs, only two.

Are they
within transporter range?

Affirmative.

Beam them directly to Sick Bay.

Harry, put a tractor
on the shuttlecraft.

Tuvok, you've got the Bridge.

I ran a complete
postmortem analysis.

There was nothing
you could have done.

I knew we were too close
to the protomatter.

I should have said something.

Nobody could have
predicted this, Tom.

How shall I...

proceed?

The Talaxians mourn their
dead for a full week

in a specific burial ceremony.

And that's just what
we're going to do.

I'll inform the crew.

I'll check Neelix's
personal data base--

see what I can find out
about the ceremony.

We'll have it in the Mess Hall.

Somehow that feels
appropriate.

Neelix is dead.

I'm afraid so.

His neural pathways--
are they intact?

Yes, but there's
no metabolic activity.

How long has he been dead?

Seven, I understand...

How long?

It's been 18 hours.

Then it's not too late
to reactivate him.

What are you saying--

that you can bring
Neelix back to life?

That's precisely
what I'm saying.

The Borg have
assimilated species

with far greater medical
knowledge than your own.

We are capable of
reactivating drones

as much as 73 hours after
what you would call "death."

Neelix wasn't a Borg drone.

We will adapt.

What does this "procedure"
involve?

Nanoprobes are used
to reverse cellular necrosis,

while the cerebral cortex
is stimulated

with a neuroelectric
iso-pulse.

But there's nothing
left to stimulate.

His brain functions are gone.

By your narrow definition
perhaps, but not by mine.

You will extract 70 micrograms
of nanoprobes

from my bloodstream.

1 will modify them

to match
his Talaxian physiology.

His function in this crew
is diverse.

If you wish to salvage him,
we must proceed immediately.

I say we let her try.

Hold on a minute, Tom, please.

No one's ever been resuscitated
after being dead for 18 hours.

If this procedure does work,

what are the chances that Neelix
would come out of it unaffected?

She's right.

The damage to his cerebral
cortex was severe.

The nanoprobes will compensate
for any cellular degradation.

Captain, a decision
has to be made quickly.

Doctor, give Seven
whatever assistance she needs.

Proceed.

- Captain...
- Do it.

If there's a chance
we can revive Neelix,

we've got to take it.

Keep me informed.

The nanoprobes are ready.
We should begin.

Hold on, I want to check
his blood viscosity.

The cadaver has been
sufficiently prepared.

And they say I have
a lousy bedside manner.

Set neuroelectric iso-pulses
for one-second intervals.

Ready.

Now.

Neural activity
at nine percent...

10 percent...

12 percent.

This is incredible!

His intracerebral
blood pressure,

his synaptic responses--

they're all returning
to normal.

The alveoli in his lung
are regenerating.

They should be functional...

now.

Neural activity at 52
percent and rising.

His neurotransmitter levels
are rising too fast.

We must stabilize
his motor neurons.

I'm going to try reducing
his acetylcholine levels.

It might be enough to...

Doctor...

Neelix.

What... happened?

What happened?

Why am...

why am I here?

Dead.

For 18 hours
49 minutes, 13 seconds.

Congratulations, Mr. Neelix.

You've just set
a new world record.

That's impossible.

You mean, I lost consciousness.

I-l was, I was in a coma.

No.

You were dead.

I'm stunned.
I'm amazed.

I-I'm grateful.
Thank you, Doctor.

Actually, you can
thank Seven of Nine.

The procedure was her idea.

Yours?

The Borg assimilated the
technique from Species 149.

I simply modified it.

But you are welcome.

Am I good as new?

That remains to be seen.

There's no way to tell
if your body

will successfully
take over the functions

the nanoprobes are serving.

Nanoprobes?!

It was necessary to repair
the necrotized tissue.

Until I'm certain
the damaged tissue

can function independently,
you'll have to be injected

with nanoprobes
on a daily basis.

Well, as long as I don't start,
uh, assimilating the crew

or sprouting Borg implants...

I'm sure I can live with it.

I'm releasing you
to your quarters.

Your body's
been through quite a shock

so try to get some rest.

Report to Sick Bay
tomorrow morning

at 0800 hours
for your next injection.

The shuttle mission--
was it a success?

Did we get the protomatter?

I'm afraid not.

The sample you
collected destabilized

before it got back to Voyager.

The containment field needs
to be reinforced next time.

If there is a next time.

I've asked Chakotay
to find out exactly

what caused the accident,

and unless we can take
additional precautions,

I'm not sending another
team into that nebula.

I could help
with that investigation.

No. You are taking
some time off

and that's an order.

No, Captain, please

I don't need
any special treatment.

Neelix, you've just
returned from the dead.

Go easy on yourself.

I suppose you're right.

But you can't ask me to cancel
the first night of Prixin.

The celebration
is in three days.

Oh, I almost forgot.

I've been aging fruit compote
in moolt nectar for weeks now.

I-l can't just let it
go to waste.

Only if you feel up to it.

But could you not
ferment those compotes

so long this time?

Because last year, I got
a little light-headed.

I'll make
the necessary adjustments.

It's good to have you back.

It's good to be back,
Captain.

Alixia...

why weren't you there?

Human attitudes toward
death are perplexing.

How so?

Too much importance
is placed on it.

There seem to be countless
rituals and cultural beliefs

designed to alleviate their fear
of a simple, biological truth--

all organisms eventually perish.

I take it the Borg have no fear
of that biological truth.

None. When a drone is damaged
beyond repair, it is discarded,

but its memories
continue to exist

in the collective consciousness.

To use a human term,
the Borg are "immortal."

You are no longer
part of the collective.

You are mortal now,
like the rest of us.

Does that disturb you?

My connection to the Borg
has been severed,

but the collective still
possesses my recollections,

my experiences.

In a sense, I will always exist.

Fascinating.

That must be a great relief.

Yes.

It is.

I've sealed the fractures
in the shuttle nacelle.

The rest of the repairs
should be completed by morning.

Good.
How are you coming?

I found a small phase variance
in the transporter logs.

I think it was responsible
for igniting the protomatter.

I've remodulated the transporter
beam to compensate.

Good work.

I'll be in Holodeck 2.

I've created a simulation
of the shuttle accident

to see if there's anything
we've overlooked.

Commander.

Commander, I thought
you might need

some assistance on the holodeck.

If you're feeling up to it.

Well, I'm up to anything
at this point.

I've been resting
for two days straight

and resting makes me feel,
well, restless.

I've programmed the simulation

to start when we found
the protomatter.

Why don't you monitor the
containment field readings?

Gladly.

Computer, display shuttle crew--

excluding myself--
and begin program.

There's a concentration
of protomatter directly ahead.

Set the transporter
for 10,000 AMUs.

Not a particle more.

The containment field
is standing by.

We're in range.

The transporter beam
ignited the protomatter.

Computer, freeze program.

It looks like there
was a problem

with the pattern buffer.

It might have created
a feedback loop

along the transporter beam.

Sounds right.

Let's keep an eye on it.

See what happened
at the moment of impact.

Computer, resume program.

Shields are weakening.

Shields are down!

I've got the sample, Commander,
and it's stable.

Let's get out of...

Computer, freeze program.

Nothing.

What?

I died, and there was nothing.

There was no one there.

No forest.

Forest?

The Great Forest.

The afterlife.

I was taught that when I died,
my ancestors would be there

waiting for me
by the Guiding Tree.

My sisters, my mother
and father, my cousins...

everyone who was killed
in the war.

I took great comfort

in knowing that we'd all
be together again one day,

but it's not true.

Maybe we pulled you back
before any of that could happen.

No.

I was dead for 18 hours.

I should have...

experienced something.

I should remember something!

It's just a story.

A myth.

There is no Guiding Tree.

No gathering of the ancestors.

You can't be certain of that.

Don't throw away
a lifetime of faith

because
of one anomalous incident.

Death is still the greatest
mystery there is.

I was there.

I experienced it.

There was nothing.

Computer, delete characters.

That's what's going to happen
to all of us.

Like a hologram--
we just disappear into nothing.

Attention.
Attention.

If I may have
everyone's attention.

You might want to try

the old "glass and spoon"
approach.

"Glass and spoon"?

Excuse me.

Thank you.

Welcome to the first
night of Prixin--

the Talaxian observance
of familial allegiance.

This year,
Mr. Neelix has requested

that I commence the celebration

with the traditional salutation.

"We do not stand alone.

"We are in the arms of family.

"Father, mother,

"sister, brother,

"father's father,

"father's mother,

"father's brother,

"mother's brother...

fath..."

Suffice to say,
the list is extensive.

"We gather on this day
to extol the warmth and joy

"of those unshakable bonds.

"Without them, we could not
call ourselves complete.

"On this day,
we are thankful to be together.

We do not stand alone."

Indeed, we do not.

Here, here.

A few days ago, we almost lost
a member of our family.

I don't know how
the rest of you feel,

but it scared
the hell out of me.

Neelix,

you still don't know
how to make a pizza...

but I'm glad you're here.

Soam ll.

Here's to you, Neelix.

Speech.

Thank you, everyone.

Well...

enjoy.

Computer, music.

You all right?

Fine, Commander, fine.

I apologize for the other
day on the holodeck.

I guess this whole "back
from the dead" thing

is hard to get used to.

I'm fine now.

If you ever want to talk,
you know where to find me.

Having fun?

No.

That's probably

because you've been standing
here by yourself.

I don't understand the rules
and procedures

for this type of...
social occasion.

The rules are simple.

Choose a group of people.

Listen to their conversation.

Then when you feel

like you have something
to contribute, chime in.

"Chime in"?

You say something.

Join the discussion.

I will try, Captain.

The early stages
of Ktarian development

are astounding.

Naomi has grown five centimeters
since her last physical

and that was
only three weeks ago.

It seems like every time
I turn around,

I'm recycling her clothes
back into the replicator.

Children assimilated
by the Borg

are placed
in maturation chambers

for 17 cycles.

Interesting.

Well, if you'll excuse me,
I need to go talk to Neelix.

In these maturation chambers,

the development
of conversational skills

is, I suppose, a low priority?

Neelix.

Oh!

I'm sorry.

No, no, no, it's all right.

We haven't seen you
in a few days.

I've been a little preoccupied.

I understand.

Naomi's been asking
about you.

Really?

She misses you,
and, frankly, so do I.

She's had trouble sleeping
every night this week.

"Only Neelix can tuck me in."

"I want Neelix."

It sounds familiar.

Maybe you could stop by
later just to say hello.

Why don't...

why don't I go now?

It's close to Naomi's bedtime.

Are you sure?

Prixin's your favorite holiday.

Yes, but duty calls.

Attention, all monsters.

Get out of this room!

My bed!

Oh, there's no monsters here.

It's a monster!

Scared you!

You certainly did.

Pleasant dreams, sweeting.

Can you stay longer?

I want to hear
about the Great Forest again.

The Great Forest?

The special place.

The place you think about
when you can't sleep.

Are you sure you want
to hear about that?

It's just a silly old story.

Please.

Well...

it's a beautiful place,

filled with sunlight...

And all the people
who ever loved me.

Yes.
They've all gathered there...

to watch over you,
to protect you while you sleep.

I had a dream about
the Great Forest last night.

You did?

There was trees,

and grass,

and animals.

And I saw you and Mommy

and we were all happy.

Sounds like a nice dream.

It was beautiful.

The Doctor asked me
to run a hematological scan.

Why?

To regulate the dosage
of nanoprobes

for your next injection.

Go ahead.

How much longer will I
be needing these injections?

Until your damaged cells
can function on their own.

I don't really like the
idea of Borg technology

swimming around inside me.

That is irrelevant.

You need the nanoprobes
to live.

"Live"?

Oh, is that what I am
doing right now, living?

I'm beginning to wonder.

By most definitions,
you are alive.

Well, part of me isn't alive.

Which part
are you referring to?

I don't know,
but something is missing.

I don't feel
like Neelix anymore.

Maybe Neelix is gone.

Maybe he died
and I'm all that's left.

Stop moving and allow me
to complete the scan.

I didn't ask
to be brought back!

You were dead at the time.

Well, what right did you have
to violate me?

You Borg think
you can fix anything,

but you didn't fix me!

There was no alternative.

Just get out.

Just leave me alone!

I said get out!

I would be negligent in
my duties if I did that.

I don't care about your duties!

I don't care...

What's...

what's happening to me?

Your cells are reverting
to a necrotic state.

We must get you to Sick Bay.

His tissue began
rejecting the nanoprobes,

causing spontaneous necrosis
throughout his body.

We modified the nanoprobes
to compensate

and it appears to be working--

Neelix is stable...
for now.

How do we know this
won't happen again?

We don't. I've designed
a monitor for Neelix to wear

that will alert us
at the first sign of necrosis

and we'll continue
with the daily injections.

Beyond that, I'm afraid
it's a...

matter of maintenance.

He may have to live
with this condition

for the rest of his life.

He wants to speak
with you, Commander.

Commander... you said
if I ever needed anything.

You once told me
your people had technology

that can induce
a deep meditation--

an altered state
of consciousness.

The akoonah.

That this device allows you
to look inside yourself,

ask questions that you might
otherwise be afraid to ask.

That's right.

That's what I need.

I need to look inside myself...

figure out
what's happening to me.

I need answers.

Will you help me, Commander?

All right...

but I want you to understand

the vision quest
isn't a quick fix.

It'll take time
to interpret the images

and there's no guarantee

you'll find
what you're looking for.

I understand.

What should I do to prepare?

You'll need a medicine bundle.

Items that define you,
things that will ground you,

allow you to take the journey
into yourself.

I'll get ready.

This belonged to my sister,
Alixia.

She made it
during our expedition

to the Dunes of Talmouth.

A flower from Kes's garden.

And last, but not least,
the Guiding Tree.

It stands at the center
of Talaxian afterlife,

deep inside the Great Forest.

It's there to help
us find our way

when we first arrive.

At least, that's what
I used to believe.

Not a very impressive
medicine bundle, is it?

It'll do fine.

Now, place your hand
on the akoonah.

Am I doing this right?

Try to relax.

Clear your mind of everything
but the objects before you.

Focus on them.
Nothing else exists.

Ah-koo-chee-moya.

We are far
from the sacred places

of our grandfathers.

We are far from the bones
of our people.

We come here seeking guidance.

It's time, Neelix.

Try to leave this room,
this ship...

and go to a place
where you were

the most peaceful and content
you have ever been.

That's where your journey
will begin.

Neelix... good to have you back.

It's-it's good to be
back, Lieutenant.

Alixia?

Alixia, it's me, Neelix!

Over here.

Captain!
My sister--

she was just standing here
talking to you.

The dead girl.

Oh, yes. Very charming.

I can see
the family resemblance.

Alixia!

You will be assimilated.

No time for that now.
Maybe later.

Potent stuff.

It's... It's beautiful.

Yes. It's just like you
always imagined it would be.

The trees, the sunlight,

and all the people
who ever loved you.

When I died, I looked for you,
but you weren't there.

Why weren't you there?

Because it's all a lie.

What do you mean?

You've wasted
your entire life believing lies.

The "Great Forest."

The "afterlife."

It's all created
out of your fear of death.

None of it's real.

If that's true,
what's the point of living?

There isn't any.

That's what you're finally
starting to realize.

I'm afraid to go to sleep.

Tell me about the Great Forest,
Neelix.

Tell me about the trees
and the grass

and all the people
who loved you.

Why are you saying these things?

Scared you!

You died on that shuttlecraft,
Neelix.

They never should have
brought you back.

It was a mistake
and you know it.

Now accept it.

You know what you have to do.

No.

It's all a lie.
They lied to you.

You know what you have to do.

We gather on this day
to tell Neelix what he must do.

You stand alone.

Life is irrelevant.

Let go.

It's pointless.

It's a lie.

You know what you have to do.

No!

Neelix.

Oh, there you are.
I didn't see you.

Are you looking for me?

Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

You are not.

I want to apologize
for my outburst the other day

in the Mess Hall.

No apology is necessary.

No. No, please,
my behavior was uncalled for.

I didn't mean the things I said.

I wasn't myself.

But I feel much better now.

Commander Chakotay
has helped me to...

understand a few things.

I want you to know
that I don't blame you

for bringing me back.

To life, I mean.

In fact, what you did
was very thoughtful.

I would have done the same
for any member of this crew.

Yes. I'm sure you would have.

Is there something else?

No.

Yes.

Seven, I think you've made

a wonderful addition
to this crew.

I know it's been
difficult for you

making the transition
from Borg back to human.

Or half human.

Or whatever it is you've become.

Actually, you're
just plain Seven to me.

Your point, Mr. Neelix.

I guess I just want to say...

you're surrounded by people
who care about you.

And whether you know it or not,

Voyager is going to be
a very good home to you.

It certainly was to me.

Was?

Do you intend to leave?

Leave?
No. I'll be around.

Well...

good-bye.

Good-bye.

What happened to you
this morning?

I'm sorry I had to cancel
our little chat,

but I was needed
in the Mess Hall.

I've been so busy
the last few days

I let things slip around here.

You're not holding up
your end of the bargain.

What do you mean?

When you asked me to guide you
on a vision quest I agreed,

but I also told you it was part
of an ongoing process.

We're supposed to be
discussing your progress.

What's left to say?

I've told you--

I saw my sister,
the Great Forest.

I feel a sense of peace

I've never felt
in my entire life.

It worked.

You've only lived
with the visions

for a couple of days.

That's not enough time
to draw any conclusions.

You've got to reflect
on the images, examine them.

Allow them to stay alive
in your mind.

A vision quest isn't just
a dream you dismiss

after your first cup of coffee.

I understand.

Good.

1 get off duty at 1400 hours.

Meet me in my quarters
and we'll begin.

That's an order.

Yes, sir.

Computer, lights off.

And finally, Mr. Tuvok...

I'm grateful for the opportunity
I had to win your respect.

Your strength and your wisdom
were an inspiration to me

and I can only hope
that your memory of me

will serve to inspire you
in some way.

It was an honor to spend my last
years on Voyager with this crew.

I want to thank all of you

for your kindness
and companionship.

Good-bye.

Computer, end log
and code for delivery

to Captain Janeway in one hour.

Captain, someone's trying
to initiate

an unauthorized transport.

It's Neelix.

Where's he going?

Looks like he's trying
to beam into the nebula.

Stop him.

Janeway to Neelix.

Neelix, respond.

Neelix, I order you
to disengage transport.

He's found a way
to block the abort sequence.

Transport's in progress.

Override it! Get him back.

Bridge to Chakotay.

We've blocked
his transporter signal.

You can slow me down,
but you can't stop me.

What are you trying to do?

I'm going back where I belong.

You belong here, Neelix.

Not anymore.

I died in that nebula.

You should've left me.

- Neelix...
- No closer!

I've created
a site-to-site transport.

No one can override the signal.

You told me you were at peace.

1 will be...
as soon as I tap this control.

What really happened
in your vision quest?

What did you see?

My sister, the crew, myself.

They all told me
the same thing--

there's no point in living,
and I agree with them.

I'm sure
those were powerful images,

but there are many ways
to interpret them.

You may be coming face-to-face
with your own fear of death.

Or the manifestation
of your emotional crisis.

Your deepest beliefs
have been thrown into doubt.

It's only natural the vision
quest would reflect that.

11 years ago,
I saw my world in ruins...

my family murdered.

All that's kept me going

is knowing that one day
we'd be together again.

That I'd see them again.

But it's not true.

And I can't...
live without that hope.

I understand how this

can change
the way you look at things,

but it can also lead
to an even stronger faith.

You don't know.

You're not there yet.

Ensign Wildman to Neelix.

Answer her!

Neelix, please respond.

No.

You're being called
back to your life again, Neelix.

Don't turn your back on it.

We're your family now.

It's not enough.

It is for us.

"His function on this crew
is diverse."

That's what Seven of Nine
said about you.

Even our Borg understands
how important

you are on this ship.

It's not just the duties
you perform.

It's the way you make
people feel when you're around.

That Neelix is gone.

I don't think he is.

Why didn't you answer me?

I had to have the computer
track you down.

Naomi thought she saw
a monster in the replicator.

Neelix, what's going on?

I'm trying to decide
some things.

That little girl
needs you, Neelix.

Monsters in the replicator?

Who else on this ship
can handle that?

Duty calls.

Good night, sir.

He says good night.

Good night, Naomi.

Good night.

What's the matter?

Mommy says you were sick.

I was, but I'm okay now.

Did a monster get you?

Yes, I suppose so.

But I chased him away.

Pleasant dreams.