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Ambassador's Log,
Stardate 53263.2.

Though helpful
during my negotiations

on the Kesat homeworld,

Commander Tuvok certainly hasn't
been the most sociable

of travel companions.

Mr. Neelix.

Sorry.

How about a game of "Species,
Starship or Anomaly"?

Surely you could find
something more productive

to occupy your time.

Come on, Tuvok.

It'll be fun.

You think of something--
species, anomaly or starship--

and I have 15 questions
to guess what it is.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on.

I would prefer
some peace and quiet.

How about a riddle?

Mr. Neelix.

Come on!

Ha. It'll be fun.

I have no desire for fun.

Okay, forget fun.

A good riddle can
stimulate the mind.

Now, no self-respecting
Vulcan can say no to that.

Very well.

One riddle.

Okay, here goes.

A lone Ensign finds
himself stranded

on a Class-L planetoid
with no rations.

His only possession...
a calendar.

When Starfleet finds
him 12 months later,

he's in perfect health.

Why didn't he starve to death?

It is a theoretical possibility

that such planetoids contain
hot water springs,

which could sustain the man
for several weeks.

Ooh, but not for a whole year.

I concur.

Logic dictates

that the Ensign
in question would perish.

Aha!

Ha! I stumped you.

As a matter of fact,

he not only survived,
but his belly was full.

Why? Because he feasted
on "dates" from the calendar.

Your answer is merely wordplay.

It has no basis in reality.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Where are you going?

To find some peace and quiet.

Have fun.

Tuvok to Neelix.

Miss me already, Commander?

Did you activate
the aft tactical station?

No.

Why?

There appears to be
a download in progress.

That's odd.

I'm detecting
anomalous readings.

What sort of readings?

I'm not certain, but I believe

it's a cloaking frequency
that consists...

Commander?

Tuvok!

Delta Flyer to Voyager.

Mayday!

Tuvok, what happened?

Report.

He's in neuroleptic shock.

I'll need another
20 milligrams of synaptizine.

I'll get it.

It's not working.

I'll need to try
direct cortical stimulation.

Initiate a neurostatic pulse
on my mark.

Right.

Now!

Again!

His vital signs have stabilized
for the moment, anyway.

But he suffered severe
neurological trauma.

Do you know what caused it?

Some kind of alien weapon.

By the time I reached Tuvok,

whoever had attacked him
was gone.

What about
the surrounding space?

Any indication
of cloaked vessels?

Between trying to tend
to the Commander

and piloting the Flyer,
I had my hands full.

I... 1 didn't think
to scan for cloaked ships.

I'm sorry.

You saved Tuvok's life, Neelix.

You have nothing
to be sorry about.

How do you plan to treat him?

I won't know until I've run
a series of neurological scans.

But it would certainly help

to know something
about the weapon.

Neelix, these Kesat
you were negotiating with...

any reason to believe they
might know something about this?

It couldn't hurt to ask.

Time to reopen
diplomatic channels.

Deputy Investigator Naroq,
Kesat Security.

Captain Janeway,
Commander Chakotay,

Ambassador Neelix.

You've done your homework.

I familiarized myself
with the facts

on the way here.

We're hoping you can help us
shed some light

on what happened to our crewman.

I believe I can.

Based on the information
you provided,

it is my opinion that he was
a victim of the Ba'Neth.

I've never heard of them.

I'm not surprised.

In my language, their name
means "shadow people."

They're a species obsessed
with concealing their identity--

extremely paranoid
and xenophobic.

Well, that explains
their cloaking technology.

It's my belief

they've been responsible
for several

unexplained attacks
similar to this one.

Why wasn't I warned about them

during my negotiations
with your government?

Because my government's
official position

is that
the Ba'Neth do not exist.

Most people think
they're a myth.

There's nothing mythical

about what happened
to Mr. Tuvok.

Why is your government
so skeptical?

Because there have been

so few encounters
with the Ba'Neth.

And, well, no one's ever
actually seen one.

How many encounters
are we talking about exactly?

Before this incident, 12.

I guess we're lucky 13.

You're lucky
I gave my supervisor

two bottles of Kesatian ale
to get this assignment.

Any other inspector would have
simply attributed

Commander Tuvok's injuries
to "unexplained phenomena."

No offense, Mr. Naroq,

but what makes you so sure
the Ba'Neth aren't just a myth?

This incident fits
the pattern, Captain.

All of the alleged encounters

have occurred aboard vessels
foreign to this sector.

I believe they've been
attempts by the Ba'Neth

to assess the technology
of new arrivals.

They were trying to
download tactical data.

And Commander Tuvok suffered
severe neural damage.

That's also consistent
with previous attacks.

The Ba'Neth were making sure

he would not tell anyone
what he saw.

Maybe that's why
Tuvok's tricorder was destroyed.

They didn't want us to see

the cloaking frequency
he'd found.

He found a cloaking frequency?

Apparently.

Captain, I don't blame you

for finding my theories
a bit eccentric.

I'm used to it.

It's why I'm still
a deputy investigator.

But I've brought equipment
to help your investigation.

Let me examine Commander Tuvok

and run scans on the vessel
where he was attacked.

I may finally be able
to prove my theories.

With all due respect,

we're more interested
in saving Tuvok's life.

If we work together,
maybe we can do both.

His cognitive, memory
and logic centers

have all been severely damaged.

But he still has brain activity,
which is more than I can say

for any of the previous victims.

Vulcan neural tissue
is extremely resilient.

I have no doubt that a brain
from a lesser species

would not have survived.

If you could only tell us
what you saw, Mr. Tuvok.

I don't think we'll be hearing
from him anytime soon.

Keep working.

I'll let you know if we find
anything that might help.

I'll take you to see
where the attack occurred.

Something I can do
for you, Mr. Neelix?

I want to help.

Unless you have a degree
in Vulcan neurobiology

that I'm not aware of,
there's nothing you can do.

There must be something.

My advice is to return
to your quarters

and get some rest.

There's no way that I'm going
to be able to sleep

knowing that Tuvok is
lying here like this.

There have been rare cases

in which comatose patients
responded to external stimuli:

aromas, touch, voices.

So... you're saying
that if I stay here

and, and try to talk to Tuvok,
I might be able

to provoke some sort
of response.

If anyone can provoke Tuvok,
Mr. Neelix, it's you.

Good morning, Tuvok!

I brought you a few more
items from your quarters

to help liven up Sick Bay.

Your kal-toh game,

in case you decide
you're ready for a match.

Oh, and I also thought

that you might enjoy
a recitation

of that classic
proto-Vulcan drama,

Clash on the Fire Plains.

I'll be performing
all 23 parts myself.

Uh, I also brought
you some flowers

from Airponics Bay.

Oh, that's fragrant, isn't it?

Uh, perhaps you'd enjoy
some Vulcan incense.

Now, how about some music?

Computer, access Vulcan audio
file, selection 56-Alpha.

Mr. Neelix, what is
that dreadful noise?

The Chants of the Monks
of T'Panit.

Personally, I think
it's dreadful, too,

but it's one
of Tuvok's favorites.

I appreciate your efforts,
Mr. Neelix,

but I'm trying to analyze
his latest neurological scans

and this music
is very distracting.

You said I was supposed
to stimulate his senses.

I said stimulate them, Mr.
Neelix, not annihilate them.

Computer, pause music.

Thank you.

Doctor.

Tuvok!

You've had an accident.

You're in Sick Bay.

Relax, Commander,
I only want to scan you.

Don't worry, Tuvok.

He's only trying to help you.

It's only a tricorder.

See?

I-it won't hurt you.

Now try it.

Well done, Mr. Neelix.

Commander Chakotay says
you've found something.

That, Captain,
is an understatement.

Listen.

What is it?

The sound of history being made.

Less poetry, Mr. Naroq,
more facts.

The sound you're hearing

indicates the presence
of veridium isotopes.

Residual particles from the
Ba'Neths' cloaking field.

You've detected
these isotopes before?

Yes, but only
after they've decayed.

You see, veridium has
a very brief half-life--

less than 70 hours.

The previous sites I've studied

have been months,
sometimes years old!

But these isotopes
are still active.

We can use Mr. Naroq's
photolitic converter

to illuminate them.

So you see, Captain,
why this is an historic moment?

We may finally learn

what the Ba'Neth look like.

Well, let's see what we've got.

You don't know how long
I've waited to meet you.

So, the Ba'Neth aren't a myth
after all.

This is the clearest image
ever captured!

Perhaps.

I believe I can adjust our
internal sensors to improve it.

What are you doing?
What are you...

You might disrupt
the image entirely.

Tentacles!

I always suspected
they were multipeds.

Doctor to the Captain.

Please report to Sick Bay.

I'm on my way.

Seven...

if we can integrate

Mr. Naroq's
photolitic technology

into the deflector array,

we might be able to de-cloak
a Ba'Neth ship.

The technology only works
at close range.

We have to find the ship
before we can expose it.

We still need
that cloaking frequency.

One step at a time.

The Vulcan brain--

a puzzle
wrapped inside an enigma,

housed inside a cranium.

Tuvok's neural pathways

have begun to bypass
the damaged tissue.

They're forming
new synaptic connections.

In effect, his brain
is rewiring itself.

Whether this is due
to my neurostatic therapy

or Neelix's
rehabilitation regimen

or some combination of the two,
I can't be certain.

Is there any chance he'll
make a full recovery?

It's much too soon to say,

but he's alert
and he's already regained

his basic motor skills.

But still no speech.

It's only a matter of time,
Captain.

Look how far he's come already.

I hope you're right, Neelix.

But if he could talk,
he might be able

to tell us something
about that cloaking frequency.

We're not sure
how much he recalls.

For that matter,
we're not certain

he recognizes any of us
or even knows who he is.

I'm going to take him
on a tour of the ship.

The Doctor thinks that familiar
sights and sounds

might get the old
synaptic juices flowing.

Don't worry, Captain.

Tuvok will be back
to his old self

before you can say,
"live long and prosper."

I've brought a visitor.

Good to see you up and around.

You remember Commander Chakotay.

We were just running
a shield diagnostic.

Would you like to take a look?

This is Tactical Station,
where you work.

Just keeping it warm for you.

Hope you don't mind.

That's the shield array.

This controls
the tractor emitters.

I think he remembers it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

You just activated
the photon torpedo banks.

That's all right, Tuvok.

Everybody makes mistakes.

We'll be back later.

Last... but not least...

your quarters.

You spend a lot of time here,

reading...

meditating...

Mr. Paris once referred to it
as the "Vulcan Vault."

Ahh...

Well, look around, explore.

Astrometrics to the Bridge.

Mr. Naroq and I have completed
our deflector modifications.

We're ready to test the array.

Stand by.

Reduce speed
to one-quarter impulse.

Harry, full power
to the deflector array.

Aye.

All right, Seven...
do it.

Activating the deflector.

I'd call that
a pretty successful test.

They've been watching us
all along.

Hail them.

Which one?

There's practically
a fleet out there.

This is Captain Kathryn Janeway

of the Federation
Starship Voyager.

We intend you no harm.

They're charging weapons.

Shields.

They're scrambling, Captain,

in all directions.

Follow the lead vessel.

It's okay, Tuvok.

I'm here with you.

Everything is going
to be all right.

You're safe with me.

Still no response to our hails.

I hate to ruin a good chase,

but the Ba'Neth ship is moving
out of the deflectors range.

Seven, can you get
their cloaking frequency?

They're blocking our scans.

We've lost them.

They're gone now, Tuvok.

I told you you'd be safe.

Yes...

you did.

Tuvok?

What?

Tell me, what did I do?

You told me...

I wouldn't be hurt.

Do you know who I am?

You are Neelix.

I'm safe... with you.

We need Tuvok to tell us

anything he can remember
about the attack.

Captain, he may be
talking again,

but that doesn't mean
he's ready

to be interrogated.

He's beginning
to experience emotions--

volatile ones.

During this last encounter with
the Ba'Neth, he was terrified.

We'll tread lightly,
I promise.

All right, Tuvok,
you can come in now.

It's nice to see you.

Captain Janeway.

That's right.

This is Mr. Naroq.

Please sit down.

Two days ago, you
were aboard a shuttle

with Mr. Neelix.

You detected a cloaked intruder.

He attacked you.

Yes...

th-that's why I'm having
difficulty now.

Yes, and in order to help you,

we have to find
the people who hurt you.

Before the intruder injured you,

you managed to scan
him with this.

You recorded
his cloaking frequency,

but the tricorder was damaged
and the information was lost.

Can you tell us anything
about that frequency?

Try to remember.

I was scanning.

That's right.

What did you see?

I... I don't remember.

Try!

All right, that's enough.

We're done for now.

But, Captain...

Join Seven of Nine
in Astrometrics.

See if she's made any progress
with the Ba'Neth.

Well, uh, we should
be going, too.

A few of the crew
have offered to help

with Tuvok's rehabilitation.

I thought we might have lunch
later, just the two of us.

I prefer to stay with Neelix.

Oh, Tuvok... 'm-I'm sure
that you would...

It's all right.

You two go ahead.

I have a lot of work
to do anyway.

Oh...

The object of the game

is to turn this jumble of rods
into a perfect sphere.

We take turns
positioning our pieces.

Whoever gets the shape
to appear first wins.

I like the way it looks now.

What do you say
we give itatry?

This has always been one
of your favorite games, Tuvok.

It helps keep your logic sharp.

I'll go first.

Now you.

Go ahead.

I don't like this game.

When you first taught me
how to play,

I wasn't very good, either,

but you kept encouraging me

and pretty soon,
I scored my first kal-toh.

It just takes
practice, that's all.

Try again.

You can do it.

I don't like this game!

The Doctor helped me access
my personnel file.

Nice picture.

You should see mine.

It's awful.

I was an instructor
at Starfleet Academy.

I've received
17 commendations for valor.

I'm a husband...

a father.

You're an extraordinary fellow,
Tuvok.

I was an extraordinary fellow.

You're still the same person.

Then why do I no longer work
on the Bridge?

We talked about that.

You had an accident.

And now I'm not smart enough.

Tuvok, you've just
got to be patient.

Look how much progress
you've made already.

He... could dismantle
a photonic warhead

in... in less than 30 seconds.

I can't even play kal-toh.

It's going to take time,

but you'll relearn
all those things.

How do you know that?

Well, because the Doctor...

The Doctor?

The Doctor doesn't know
how to make me better!

Does he?

Well, not yet, but...

I'll never be him again!

You don't know that.

The Vulcan mind...

I'm not a Vulcan!

Not anymore!

What's going on?

It's okay, Doctor.

I can handle this.

Please, Tuvok, try to relax.

Everything's going to be fine.

No! Nothing's fine!

Get away from me!

You'd better go.

Now, Mr. Neelix!

I'll take it from here.

Oh, sorry;
I didn't mean to interrupt.

You didn't.

Yes, I did.

You were pondering...

something difficult,
by the looks of it.

Anything I can help you with?

Unlikely.

Try me.

How do you find something
that's invisible?

The Ba'Neth.

We have the ability
to illuminate them,

but to do so,
we must first locate them,

which we cannot accomplish

without their
cloaking frequency.

That's quite a riddle.

One that we might
be able to solve

if Commander Tuvok could tell us
what he saw.

How is his rehabilitation
progressing?

Well, I thought
it was going great, but now...

let's just say that I've got
a riddle of my own.

Try me.

All right.

When is a Vulcan
no longer a Vulcan?

When his genetic code
is sufficiently altered.

No. I-I-l was speaking
metaphorically.

In that case, a person
is no longer Vulcan

when he's lost his logic.

Right!

And how does he get it back?

He must be taught.

Exactly, but what
if he's brain damaged

and emotionally unstable?

How does he learn?

It may be impossible
for him to learn

what you're trying to teach.

Well, thanks for the pep talk.

I was merely suggesting

that you adapt
to the circumstances.

What circumstances?!

Are you saying that the,
the Tuvok I know is gone--

that I should stop
trying to help him?

When I was separated
from the collective,

I, too, was damaged.

I was no longer connected
to the hive mind.

I lost many abilities

that I had acquired as a drone,
but I adapted.

Because Captain Janeway
didn't give up on you.

She kept trying to help you.

But not by restoring me
to what I'd been--

by helping me discover
what I could become.

What are you making?

A flower.

It's for you.

Thank you.

I'm not sure I deserve a gift.

I shouldn't have shouted at you.

I was angry.

I'm sorry.

You were frustrated.

I don't blame you.

I'm the one who
should be apologizing.

Why?

Because I was pushing
you too hard.

I was trying to mold you
into something you weren't.

You were disappointed in me

because I can't
do anything as well

as I did before.

Maybe there are things
that you can do better.

What can I do better?

Well... this, for example.

You would've considered it
an "illogical use of your time."

It's not good.

No, it's wonderful.

It's... creative.

It's a symbol of friendship.

Before your accident,
you never would have considered

that my feelings
might have been hurt.

You, you would have certainly
never have made me a gift.

We weren't friends?

Well, uh...

we were colleagues,

and I certainly felt affection
for you.

But I didn't return
those feelings.

You... tolerated me.

I don't understand.

You said things like

"Mr. Neelix, please contain
your exuberance."

And, uh, "Mr. Neelix,
I have no desire for fun."

And you never smiled.

You got a much better
sense of humor now.

I like to smile.

Me, too.

I don't want to play
kal-toh anymore...

or-or meditate...

or... work on logic problems.

You don't have to.

What can we do instead?

Whatever you want.

Teach me things
that you like to do.

Here we are--

a triple-chocolate
wikki fruit sundae

with warm fettran sauce.

Fettran sauce on...
a sundae?

Wait till you taste it.

And you really made this?

As Neelix says, dig in.

Mmm... this is great.

This is fantastic.

What did I tell you?

Tuvok has a flair for food.

All morning, he's been
creating new recipes,

using combinations
of ingredients

that I, I never would
have imagined.

For example...

a terra nut soufflé...

Jimbalian fudge cake
with peppermint coulis...

sweet feola root tart.

Mmm!

Only desserts?
How come?

They taste good.

Ha!

Yeah, you better
watch out, Neelix.

Tuvok may put you out of a job.

From your mouth
to the Captain's ears.

She must have heard me.

What's all this?

We're having fun.

Uh, turns out Tuvok is
quite the pastry chef.

Would you like some
terra nut soufflé, Captain?

Oh, I'd love some.

Thank you.

Oh...

that is delicious.

I'm pleased that you like it.

What are you making now?

Pistachio cake
with parra cream sauce.

Oh, parra cream's my favorite.

Then you'll have
the first piece.

Tuvok, have you
remembered anything more

about what happened
on the Flyer?

I detected a cloaking frequency.

Yes, that's right.

Can you describe it?

I don't know, I, I...

Did it have
a symmetric modulation?

Was the amplitude constant?

I-l don't understand.

It's all right.

I don't mean to push you, Tuvok,

but maybe if we could...

It's difficult for him,
Captain.

Maybe you can try again
tomorrow.

This...

This is what I saw.

What is it?

A cloaking frequency.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

The computer has analyzed
Tuvok's diagram

and identified
the Ba'Neth cloaking frequency.

We've narrowed the search
to a handful of systems.

Here we go, Captain.

A nine-million terawatt
cloaking field in Grid 216.

Nine million terawatts.

Whatever they're hiding,
it's huge.

Alter course, Mr. Paris.

Yes, ma'am.

Bridge to Astrometrics.
Status.

The deflector array
is ready, Captain.

Raise shields.

Aye, Captain.

We're within range.

All right, Seven...

light them up.

It's an armed outpost.

Approximately
3,000 life signs, 22 ships.

Hail them.

No response, Captain.

They're charging weapons.

Open a channel,
all subspace bands.

They're firing.

Cease fire immediately...

or I'll transmit

the coordinates of this outpost
to the Kesat homeworld.

That got their attention.

Several days ago,

a member of your species
attacked one of my crewmen.

He was badly injured.

In order to treat him,

I need to know more
about the weapon that was used.

They're responding.

Audio only.

We do not share technology.

But you take it from others.

The attacker was downloading
our tactical database

when the incident occurred.

We must assess
potential threats.

Paranoid, just as I predicted.

In exchange for information
about your weapon,

we'll provide you
with tactical data

on several species
we've recently encountered.

You can assess their
potential threats all you want.

The Kesat investigator aboard
your vessel cannot be trusted.

You know about me?

You have been attempting
to expose us for years.

You are a threat.

You must be stopped.

They're charging weapons again.

Wait.

It was my photolitic converter

that allowed Voyager
to de-cloak you.

If you give Captain Janeway
what she wants,

I'll give you the converter.

You can use it
to adapt your technology

so ours can no longer
expose you.

I doubt you'll get
as enticing an offer

from the Kesat homeworld.

It would be a shame
if you forced me to hail them.

We have an agreement.

Enter.

What are you listening to?

A selection
from Tom's jazz database--

it really swings.

Computer, pause the music.

I've been reviewing
the holodeck files.

I wish to visit the Risa
Water Recreation Park.

Will you accompany me?

Maybe after
your doctor's appointment.

Appointment?

The Doctor's analyzed
the Ba'Neth weapon,

and he's devised
a procedure to treat you.

You... you should be
proud of yourself.

I-if you hadn't drawn
that picture on the cake,

we may never have found
a treatment.

I wish I never drew
that picture.

Why?

Because I don't wish
to undergo the procedure.

You're having
preoperative jitters.

That's all.

Don't worry.

Everyone gets them.

Just think about it.

In a few hours,
you'll be yourself again.

I am myself.

But... you'll be able
to do all the things

that you used to do--

work on the Bridge,

advise the Captain.

I want to be able to have fun.

With you.

I won't be able to.

will I?

Well...

you won't call it fun.

You'll call it
"deriving satisfaction,"

but it's basically
the same thing.

You'll still
experience emotions.

But I won't express them.

Probably not.

Then how will you know
how much I enjoy being with you?

You've just told me.

We'll still be friends?

Of course.

Even ifl...
merely tolerate you?

I'd be lying if I told you

that things between us
will stay the same.

Well, then, why?

Why do you want me to go back
to the way I was?

Because this crew needs

its Tactical Officer
on the Bridge,

and I wouldn't be
a very good friend

if l ignored that just
so that you'd be nicer to me.

Mr. Tuvok, I was beginning
to think you weren't coming.

I was experiencing
preoperative jitters.

Neelix helped me overcome them.

Glad to hear it.

Now, please lie down.

I'll see you
after the procedure?

Of course.

I'm going to miss him.

Me, too.

Hello, Commander.

Mr. Neelix.

It's good to see
you up and about.

Are you feeling better?

The Doctor has approved
my return to duty.

That's wonderful news.

How about a celebratory
glass of champagne?

Tea will suffice.

Of course.

I'm preparing
a special dinner tonight,

in honor of your recovery.

I don't suppose
that you'd be interested

in preparing one
of your famous desserts.

I have much more important
things to do

than engage in the preparation

of nutritionally
deficient foods.

Maybe another time.

Sundays.

I beg your pardon?

I have given
further consideration

to your riddle regarding
the Ensign who survived

by consuming the "dates™
from his calendar.

It occurs to me

that he could also have eaten
the "Sundays."

That's a very clever answer,
Mr. Vulcan.

But it's not very logical,
is it?

No.

It's not.