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What do you think
you're doing, Doc?

An impromptu auditory exam.

Did I pass?

With flying colors,

which leads me to believe
that you did hear me

when I requested
you meet me this morning.

You're right.

I forgot.

I see.

I realize your Sick Bay
training is purely voluntary,

but you haven't spent
any time there

in several weeks, and when I...

try to find you, you're
always in the holodeck.

Correct me if I'm wrong, Doc,
but we haven't been treating

anything more serious
than an ingrown toenail.

That's beside the point.

If an emergency were to happen,
you must be prepared.

You're too far behind
in your medical texts

to be wasting your time
in the holodeck!

If it's any consolation,

I have spent most
of the morning immersed

in a complicated
surgical procedure.

Really?

A classic case
of atrophied shocks.

They needed to be extracted
to prevent chrome abrasion.

It was touch and go for a while,
but the prognosis is excellent.

You'll be ready
for neurosurgery in no time.

Take a look at this, Doc.

This is a fully stock
1969 Chevy Camaro--

one of the earliest
muscle cars ever made.

Imagine: Northern California,
late 20th century.

You're cruising up Highway 1.

The woofers are pounding.

The wind is whipping
through your hair.

Medieval safety constraints...

internal combustion system

producing lethal levels
of carbon monoxide.

Hmm. I stand corrected.

This may be just what you need
to get you back to Sick Bay.

I guess I should have known
this wouldn't interest you.

It's too much fun.

This isn't about fun, Mr. Paris.

Serving in Sick Bay
is a privilege.

I'd expect you to realize that.

Oh, I do.

I'll be there.

Soon.

Lieutenant Paris, report
to the Bridge immediately.

I'm on my way.

Somebody call for a driver?

Take your station, Tom.

Anything on scans, Harry?

I'm picking up
another spatial distortion

2,000 kilometers away.

Source?

I have no idea.

It looks like space
is folding in on itself.

Shields to full.

It's an alien vessel.

One occupant aboard.

Captain, it looks like

that ship is being powered
by a coaxial warp drive.

Coaxial what?

It's a hypothetical
propulsion system.

Starfleet engineers have been
dreaming about it for years.

In theory, it can literally
fold the fabric of space

allowing a ship
to travel instantaneously

across huge distances.

The alien warp drive
is overloading.

In theory,
a coaxial drive explosion...

could collapse space

within a radius
of a billion kilometers.

In theory.

Well, let's keep theory
from becoming reality.

Red Alert.

Scan the vessel.

Can we beam the pilot out?

Too much interference.

That ship's about had it,
Captain.

The coaxial core is breaching.

We should vacate this area
of space at once.

We can't just
leave him like this.

Try one more hail.

Nothing.
Maybe he's ignoring us.

Or maybe he's unconscious.

We've got to do something.

Suggestions?

A symmetric warp field.

That should contain
any instabilities

in his space folding core.

How can you be sure?

Advanced subspace geometry.

It's the one course
at the Academy

where I actually paid attention.

We'll tractor him in
to kill his momentum

and generate a warp field
around his ship.

His flight path is erratic.

We'd be risking collision.

Captain, I can make this work.

Do it.

Passing through
the residual folds in space.

Steady.

Got him!

I've extended our warp field
around his vessel.

His core is powering down.

Nice flying, Tom.

My pleasure.

We're finally receiving a hail.

Open a channel.

Captain Janeway of the
Federation Starship Voyager.

Do you need medical attention?

I'm fine, Captain.

Unfortunately, my ship is not.

If you need to make repairs,
we might be able to help.

That's very generous.

We'll beam you aboard
in a few minutes. Stand by.

Thank you.

Tuvok.

Energize.

Welcome.

Captain.

I know you put yourselves
in danger to rescue me.

I want to thank you.

I'm glad we could help.

I was so eager
to test my new engine,

I pushed it beyond its limits.

Coaxial warp doesn't seem to be
the smoothest way to travel.

It's a violent procedure,
but it allows a ship

to travel through space
at incredible speeds.

Considering the dangers,

this method of travel
hardly seems logical.

That's probably true,

but if I were
worrying about danger,

I wouldn't have
become a test pilot.

Where are you from?

The fourth planet
in the Benthan system.

That's about 20
light-years from here.

I'll speak to my engineers
about helping you with repairs.

Without your coaxial drive,
it's a long way home.

Come in.

I'd like to ask you a favor.

I need a change of pace.

I'd like to help Steth
repair his ship.

This isn't a good time to ask.

What do you mean?

I've been reading a report
from the Doctor.

You didn't show up today.

Well, I was a little busy
this morning...

saving someone's life,
as I recall.

Is there something wrong, Tom?

Anything bothering you?

Nothing is wrong.

Since when is not
wanting to spend

time with the Doctor
a capital offense?

You'd have to throw
the whole crew

in the brig for that one.

Maybe. I was just wondering if
there's something on your mind.

You're showing up
for your duty shifts,

you do what's required,

but your heart doesn't seem
to be in it.

You seem preoccupied.

Like I said,
I think I need a change of pace.

You're a different man

from the one that came
on board four years ago.

You've taken charge of your
life, turned yourself around.

I'd hate to see you ruin it.

I won't.

With your permission,
I'll report to Sick Bay.

Permission denied.

Report to Steth's ship instead.

Assist in the repairs.

We need our best man on the job.

And on my way back,

I made the mistake
of flying the prototype

through restricted
Entaban territory.

And?

And, uh...

the Entabans weren't
too pleased to see me.

I limped back to the engineers
on Benthos with phaser holes

through their brand-new
exatanium fuselage.

I think they would
have been happier

to see phaser holes through me.

When I was 16, I followed
an ancient human custom.

I took my father's shuttle
out for a joyride

and proceeded
to fry all the relays.

I'm guessing he wasn't happy
about getting it back.

Actually, he didn't.

As far as I know,

it's still at the bottom
of Lake Tahoe.

Here it is.

The coaxial induction drive.

It draws in subatomic particles
and reconfigures

their internal geometries.

And this is what makes
folding space possible?

At least in spurts.

Unfortunately,

particle instabilities
keep overloading my engines,

but I'm going to make it work.

I have to keep in motion.

I don't like the thought
of settling down--

too many new ships to drive,
too many intriguing women.

Yeah. I guess so.

When I get this ship back,

I'm going to be
doing the first test

on a new Mithran-class fighter.

I'm told it's more advanced

than any warship
in the Quadrant.

Why don't you come with me?

We'd have a great time.

You can meet up
with Voyager afterwards.

I-I'd love to do that.

It sounds very exciting...

but I have
responsibilities here,

people who count on me

and B'Elanna would be furious.

B'Elanna.

I have to go.

So, you started without me.

I finished without you.

You're a little late.

Uh, sorry.

I was helping Steth
repair his ship.

How's it going?

Um... pretty slow.

We're both stuck
on how to prevent

the particle overloads
in his propulsion system.

Have you tried
an isokinetic containment field?

Yeah. That's the first thing
we tried.

How long do you think these
repairs are going to take?

I don't know.

I was just hoping
that maybe you could help me

recalibrate
the plasma manifolds tonight.

Uh... 1, uh...

I probably should go help Steth.

Tom, is there something wrong?

Why are you interrogating me?

I didn't think I was.

It sounds more like you
want me to account

for every minute
that I'm not with you.

That's ridiculous.

Can't I have
some time to myself?

Can't I do what I want
without having to report

every detail of it to you?

Tom, you can do
whatever you want.

I just wanted to know
if there was something wrong.

I mean, lately,
you've been canceling dates,

you hide out for hours
in the holodeck...

I am not hiding anything.

That is ridiculous.

Is it?

You haven't even told me
what holodeck program this is

that has you so fascinated.

"The Dancing Girls
of Ninipia Prime."

It's very entertaining.

Very funny.

You're overreacting.

I am not overreacting.

There is obviously
something going on

and you're refusing to admit it.

Good evening, Lieutenants.

I see you don't have
your dinner yet, Tom.

Can I get you something?

- I'm really not hungry.
- Excuse me.

Are you going to talk to me
about this?

Because if you're not, I don't
want to sit here anymore.

If you can carry on
an adult conversation

without all the histrionics...

Good night, Tom.

Computer, run
a DNA stability analysis.

How long before my genome
reverts to its previous form?

Time to reversion:
Three hours, 13 minutes.

Complete genome recovery
is imminent.

So I was lying in bed
last night when it hit me.

What you need is a carburetor.

A carburetor?

Yes. It's a device
that's hundreds of years old.

I can't believe I didn't
think of it yesterday.

Wait. Hundreds of years old?

Surely that couldn't be
of any use to us now.

It all goes back to basics.

You would be surprised
at how often I find solutions

to 24th century problems
in 20th century technology.

Computer, access Paris program
Alpha 1: "Grease Monkey."

Grease monkey?

Mechanic lingo.

A car's engine can't
run on pure fuel,

so the carburetor supplies it

with a mixture
of vaporized fuel and air.

And you think we need

a device like that
to dilute the particle stream

as it enters the coaxial drive.

Exactly,

and a spare polaric modulator

from Voyager's impulse drive
should do the trick.

Subatomic dilution!

Oh! It never would have
occurred to me.

I think you've solved it.

Well, we can run a few
simulations on the holodeck

before we actually try it.

Oh... I owe you a lot.

Well, you can thank
my lucky toolbox.

It's gotten me out of hot water
more than once.

Mmm.

You're lucky to be stationed
on a ship like this.

Replicators to feed
and clothe you

holotechnology
to cater to every whim,

hallways filled with women.

Yeah.

It's great.

Well, you don't sound convinced.

Aren't you happy here?

Of course I'm happy.

I'm very happy.

I mean... I pilot

one of the most advanced ships
in Starfleet.

I have a beautiful girlfriend.

I'm respected.

I have everything
that I've ever wanted.

You're lucky.

You're part of a family,
part of a structure.

You have rules to guide you.

You don't have to worry
about making a lot of choices.

I usually go to bed at night

not knowing what the next day
has in store...

what trouble I might get into.

You don't have to worry
about those things.

You're very settled.

I remember those days.

I used to be a lot like you--

going anywhere...

doing whatever I wanted...

making my own rules.

Well, then there's hope
for me yet.

Maybe someday
I'll settle down, too,

but... for now...
I prefer to stay on the move.

Sometimes... I wish
that's what I was doing.

Things'll turn around for you.

I've always found
that change is inevitable.

It comes when you
least expect it.

Yeah, I suppose.

Now, are we ready

to try this carburetor
idea on my ship?

Just give me five more minutes
to finish up here

and I'll be right with you.

Five minutes.

And, Tom...

don't dismiss the suggestion

I made... about coming with me
to fly the new ship.

It might be fun to escape
the shackles for a while.

Hmm.

Computer, access all files

pertaining
to Lieutenant Tom Paris.

Download into Memory Core Alpha.

Please enter authorization code.

Access granted.

Commencing download.

Hello.

I'm Steth...

a guest of your Captain.

I have been apprised
of your presence on Voyager.

You are not authorized
to access the ship's computers.

You must be Seven of Nine.

That is correct.

Tom mentioned you.

He thinks
you're extremely intelligent.

Lieutenant Paris' opinion of me

is irrelevant
to your being in this room.

Well, uh... Tom felt
we needed some files

for polaric modulators,

but he was called away
before we could access them.

I thought I'd find them
myself and help out.

You were mistaken.

He must be present
to download these files.

Oh, I'm about to meet
him at the holodeck.

We can find the files there.

Voyager's hierarchy is complex.

See that you familiarize
yourself with it.

Good advice.

I'll do that.

Captain's Log, Stardate 51762.4.

The repairs
to Steth's coaxial drive

have been completed
well ahead of schedule.

Everything here looks good.

Just give me one more second
to check

the flow-field parameters.

Go ahead.

It's my box wrench.

I've been looking
all over for this.

I know. I should've asked you,
Tom,

but I needed it
for an experiment.

To, uh... check
your new carburetor?

Not quite.

You're the first humans I've met

and that wrench had
enough cellular residue

on it for me to check your DNA.

I have good news.

We're compatible.

Consider this a favor.

I know how unhappy you've been
with this dreary, settled life,

so I'm taking it off your hands.

I'm betting there's still
some fun to be had here.

Voyager is a great ship, Tom.

I'll take good care of it.

Sorry I'm late.

We were beginning to wonder
if you were ever coming back.

His ship is powering engines.

Something wrong, Tom?

It's nothing.

I'm just really going
to miss that guy.

Mind if I join you?

Not at all...

Commander.

"Chakotay" will do, Tom.

You don't have to carry
this "rules" thing too far.

I've been discussing
your engineering report

with the Captain.

She was wondering
if we could implement

some of Steth's technology
here on Voyager.

Really?

We thought maybe
you could start on a shuttle.

Do you think you can do it?

I'm sure I can.

Great. You can start right after
you finish with the Doctor.

The Doctor?

He needs your help in Sick Bay.

I told him you'd be there.

Of course.

Lieutenant.

Hi.

I know you've been
avoiding the Doctor,

but don't tell me you've
forgotten where Sick Bay is.

Oh... not yet.

I was just trying to figure out

if there's
a more efficient route

between Sick Bay
and my quarters.

I didn't realize you were
that eager to get there.

So tell me--
are they ready yet?

Uh... not yet.

But they will be soon.

Great.

Hey, let me know
if you have any problems.

Polyduranide
can be tough to replicate.

Oh, it sure can be.

I can't wait to get my hands
around one of those clubs.

Ensign Kaplan won't
know what hit her.

What?

We're going to play golf
with her.

We scheduled a rematch,
remember?

Oh, of course.

I can't wait.

Have you been working
on your putting?

You missed both those
two-footers last time.

1 won't let it happen again.

All right.

Give the Doc my best.

I will...

if I ever find him.

You're early, Mr. Paris.

I see some good
came from my report

to Commander Chakotay.

Let's put these extra
few minutes to good use.

Begin with a thorough
bio-bed diagnostic.

I want you to recalibrate
each physiosensor,

making sure to enter

every metabolic
referent precisely.

Okay.

When you're through with that,

run a protein
structure analysis

and then continue your review
of the 37 steps

of a cardiopulmonary
reconstruction procedure.

I'll leave you
to your bio-beds.

Did you forget to disengage
the scan emitters?

Sorry.

Mr. Paris!

I don't know what's wrong.

I realize

it's complicated,
but you must try again.

Actually,
I'm not feeling so well.

How fortunate you're
already in Sick Bay.

I'll run a few scans.

Uh, no, no, Doc.
That's all right.

To be perfectly honest with you,

uh... this is
so frustrating for me.

I usually pick things up
a lot faster than this.

You're here to learn,
Mr. Paris.

It will get easier with time.

Well, that's easy
for you to say.

Excuse me?

Well, no offense, Doctor, but...

you were programmed
to be a medical genius.

Things always come easy to you.

Me, I'm just a pilot,
a... grease monkey.

And as hard as I might try

to become
a better assistant to you,

it's clear to me now

that I'll never be half
the healer that you are.

Do you mean to tell me

you've been trying
to live up to my standards?

I'm afraid I have.

It all makes sense now.

The misplaced aggression,

the shirking
of responsibilities...

all classic signs
of an inferiority complex.

I had no idea
my superior abilities

were affecting your psyche
so strongly.

Take the rest of the day off.

Reflect on your strengths.

Realize your worth.

I'll do that, Doctor.

Thank you.

B'Elanna.

What do you think you're doing?

Putting.

In my quarters?

I can't putt in your quarters?

No.

Since when?

Tom...

what is this?

That is...

a sand wedge.

It's used for getting
out of traps.

Why is it here?

I replicated it for you.

I thought we could play
a little game of golf

on the holodeck before dinner.

So this is your idea
of an adult conversation?

I don't know what you
are trying to accomplish

with this little stunt,

but let me assure you,
it is not working.

I am sorry if you are bored
because Steth is gone,

but that doesn't mean
that you can just walk in here

and pretend like you haven't
been shutting me out.

You're being a little hard
on Steth.

If it wasn't for him,
I wouldn't be here right now.

Really?

I mentioned to him that we were
having some problems

and he urged me to...

come and talk to you,

to try to work things out,

to admit I was wrong.

I made a mistake, B'Elanna,

and I'm sorry.

I won't shut you out anymore.

In fact, I went to the Doctor
and begged

to be excused from my duties.

I realize it's only
a few extra hours,

but they're hours
I want to spend with you.

Steth... turned out to be
a positive influence on you.

Computer, where...

Com-Computer, where are we?

Navigation matrix 1711,
the Kotaba Expanse.

Coaxial leap complete.

How far are we from Voyager?

Computer, lock in Voyager's
last known coordinates

and activate
differential induction drive.

Unable to execute command.

Why not?

The differential induction drive
has been secured.

A security access code
is required

to implement the coaxial leap.

This is Commander Avik
of the Benthan Guard.

We're taking you into custody.

Prepare to surrender the vessel
to us at once.

Benthan?

I need a second to explain,
Commander.

I'm not who you think...

We do not negotiate
with thieves.

No... you don't understand!

I-I need this ship
to get back to Voyager.

Surrender the vessel peacefully
or we will use force.

Why is everybody trying
to shoot me today?

You know what I'm here for.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

Who are you?

I'm Steth.

What?

Look at me.

You did wear this body
for nearly a year

before you switched it
with mine.

That's my body you're in now.

I want it back.

Bear with me
for... for a second.

We have more in common
than you might think.

This better be good, Tom.

I left Vorik right in the middle
of an EPS recalibration.

You can thank me later.

So what's my big surprise?

What would you say
to 24 glorious hours

on the famed fourth planet
of the Kendren System?

You mean the planet where Neelix
is gathering food samples?

Mm-hmm. I ran a few scans and
found the most incredible beach

on one
of the smaller continents.

I replicated
a picnic lunch for us.

Voyager isn't leaving orbit
until tomorrow.

We'd have an entire day.

Only a day?

Oh, I think that we would need
at least a week.

Oh, I wish we could,
but we've only got a day.

You're serious, aren't you?

Completely.

Do you know how much trouble
we would be in?

What could Janeway do,
execute us?

Tom, I am swamped.

I can't get away for an hour,
let alone 24.

B'Elanna...

I have responsibilities here.

We both do.

Responsibilities?
I don't care!

Tom, you're hurting me.

You're a real disappointment
to me.

Do you know that?

I don't know
what I ever saw in you.

Seven.

What brings you here
at this hour?

We were supposed to meet in
the shuttle bay at 2100 hours.

Did you forget?

1 did.

I got so caught up
with my reading,

I guess it slipped my mind.

Sorry.

The capillaries in your eyes
are swollen, Lieutenant,

and I see signs of vascular
congestion in your cheeks.

Are you intoxicated?

No, not at all.

I was just exploring
the replicator--

trying some alien beverages.

Only a few were alcoholic.

You are not officially off duty
for another 78 minutes.

I'm on break.

Would you like to join me?

I could replicate another
Trakian ale for you.

That will not be necessary.

Oh, relax, Seven.

You're not on the Borg cube
anymore.

We could finish our work
on the shuttle tomorrow.

That would be
an inefficient use of our time.

I will complete the work myself.

Fine.

Before I leave,
I would like to know

why you were reading
the Captain's personal logs.

I wasn't.

I saw the padd.

It was unmistakably
the Captain's logs.

You're wrong.

You're... confused.

You couldn't possibly
have seen anything.

You know
I possess an eidetic memory.

I require only seconds
to commit what I see to memory.

Would you like me to quote
the passage you were reading?

I'm warning you--
stay out of my way!

Don't interfere in things
that don't concern you.

If you bother me again,

1 will make things
very unpleasant for you.

Remove your hand from my arm.

Don't be foolish.

You'll regret it.

Enter.

You wanted to see me, Captain.

Yes.

I received
a rather disturbing report

from Seven of Nine regarding
your conduct last night.

She claims
you were drinking on duty.

She's mistaken, Captain.

Don't lie to me, Tom.

I checked the computers.

You replicated
five alcoholic beverages

in the Mess Hall.

She also said
you threatened her.

I'm sorry, Captain.

B'Elanna and I had an argument.

I was upset.

And is that why you were reading
my personal logs?

I wasn't.

Seven recited a passage
I'd written word for word.

She probably accessed
those files herself.

Captain, you can't take
the word of a Borg over mine.

This has to stop, Tom.

Your conduct lately
has been bizarre

and I've heard
far too many complaints

from far too many people
to dismiss it--

Chakotay, the Doctor,
Seven of Nine.

They're all worried
about you, and so am I.

You're right, Captain.
I need some rest.

I'll go right to my quarters.

Tom...

as your Captain
and as your friend...

I want you to report to Sick Bay
for some tests.

We have to find out

if there's something physical
that's causing this behavior.

This is crazy.

I don't need any help.

That's an order.

Security, I need you
in the ready room now!

Are you hurt, Captain?

No. Take him to Sick Bay.

Keep security with him.

The coaxial drive will be
on line in a few minutes.

Good. I've just about overridden
all the lockout commands.

No offense, but I'd like
to get out of your body

as soon as possible.

The alien seems capable

of some sort
of selective DNA exchange.

He absorbs new DNA

while depositing
his current genetic material

into his victims.

Let's hope
he can reverse that process.

That's the last lockout command.

We're set for coaxial warp.

Let's find Voyager.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

The Doctor has treated
Mr. Paris' phaser wounds,

but has been unable
to wake him.

The motive for his attack
remains a mystery.

Neurological scans
yielded very little,

but 1 did find something
very interesting

in his blood analysis.

There are traces
of a second DNA pattern

in his nucleotide structure.

Possibly the result
of a genetic virus.

Could this be the cause
of his recent behavior?

I don't know,
but I'm running more scans

to see how this
might have affected

his neurological functions.

Captain, a vessel just emerged

from coaxial space
off our starboard bow.

Keep me informed, Doctor.

Hail them.

Captain Janeway.

Welcome back, Mr. Steth.

I know this sounds crazy,
Captain,

but I'm not Steth.

I'm Tom Paris.

I beg your pardon.

We're dealing with an alien
who's some sort

of identity thief.

He traded places with me.

Please beam us aboard.

Maintain your position
while we consider your request.

End transmission.

Hold him in a tractor beam
until you hear from me.

Aye, Captain.

I have a feeling Steth
and his new friend

are behind whatever's
happened to Tom.

Captain?

No time to explain.
I'll be in Sick Bay.

Captain?

Commander, I'm reading
an unauthorized shuttle launch.

It's the Captain.

She's in the shuttle
Tom's been working on.

Try hailing her.

She's not responding.

Hail Steth's ship.

Look, I don't know who you are,

but I want to know
what's happening here.

Who's on that shuttle?

Captain Janeway.

No. I'm betting the alien

switched my body...
Tom's body for hers.

You've got to let us out
of this tractor beam.

We can catch her with this ship.

Chakotay...

it's me.

How do I know that?

The other day in your office,

you told me
I'd turned my life around.

Well, give me the chance
to prove it.

Let me go after the shuttle.

It is the only way

we can get everybody
back into the right body.

Harry...

disengage the tractor beam.

20,000 kilometers and closing.

Has he detected us yet?

I'd say he has.

Gentlemen, I'd advise you
to reconsider this pursuit.

Killing me will only keep you
trapped in those bodies.

He's right.

We can't risk killing him.

Yeah, but nothing's keeping
him from killing us.

Damn! The ship's not nearly
as maneuverable as a shuttle.

Shields are down.

I'm surprised you're so eager

to reclaim your life
on Voyager, Tom.

I was just as disappointed
with it as you were.

Then I guess we were both wrong.

It's time to move on again.

Oh, Tom... be sure to send
my best regards to B'Elanna.

Hmm?

He's charging the coaxial drive.

Set the sensors to track him.

I can't. He's blocking us.

We won't be able to follow him
once he goes into coaxial warp.

We're losing him!

The carburetor!

We added a polaric modulator

to the coaxial drive.

If I can target the modulator,

hit it
with a chromoelectric pulse,

that'll disrupt his engines.

Here goes.

I hope you still have
my box wrench.

Faulty carburetors
can be a pain to fix.

Captain's Log, Stardate 51775.2.

While the alien intruder

remains trapped in the body
of his last victim,

the Doctor has found a way
to return Tom, Steth and me

to our own bodies.

Doctor,
I can't thank you enough.

You've given me my life back.

All in a day's work.

There were times when I thought

I would be stuck
in that body forever.

And believe me,

I'm just as happy to be back
to the old Tom Paris.

What do you plan to do now?

I'm going to take
her back to Bentha.

I hope to find the person
who belongs to that body.

But who knows
if that's the end of it?

We have no idea
how long she or he

has been switching identities.

It may take a while...

but I will do whatever I can

to find everyone
you've violated.

A security team will
escort her to your ship

and erect a force field
to contain her.

So this is where
you've been hiding?

A garage?

It's more than just a garage.

This is a monument

to hundreds and hundreds
of hours...

that I probably should
have spent with you.

Probably?

Definitely.

It's a lovely garage, Tom,

but I still don't understand
why you brought me here.

Well, consider it
a symbolic gesture.

It's my less-than-subtle attempt
to... let you in.

I see.

To make it clear that I mean
almost as much to you as a...

a cam-a-ro.

It's a mint condition

1969...

ca-mare-oh.

And, yes... you mean
a lot more to me.