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Captain's Log, Stardate 54208.3.

Last month's datastream from Starfleet never arrived,

so the crew is looking forward to this one

with even more anticipation than usual.

We could all use some news from home.

Ah. There he is, the man of the hour.

You sure are in a good mood.

Well, rumor has it you snared

the latest datastream last night.

Technically, it was this morning--

0200 to be exact.

So where's my mail?

Hmm?

Oh. Don't tell me you lost another one.

I didn't lose last month's datastream.

It never arrived.

So what's the holdup this time?

The transmission was a little larger than usual.

It's jammed the transceiver.

Seven and I have been up all night

trying to download it.

Harry...

we can't go another month without mail.

Oh, you won't.

Trust me.

Any luck?

I've determined why we've been having difficulties.

A hologram.

The transceiver wasn't designed

to store photonic data.

We have to get it out of there before it degrades.

What are you doing?

Tying the transceiver into the holodeck's pattern buffer.

Those systems aren't compatible.

You'll depolarize the relays.

Starfleet wouldn't have sent this hologram

if it weren't important.

I'm sure it's worth a few burnt-out relays.

You've overloaded the transceiver.

But I saved the hologram.

Okay, ready when you are.

Lieutenant Barclay?

Uh... no, but he did design me.

I'm a walking, talking,

problem-solving interactive hologram.

You can call me Reg.

It's nice to meet you, Reg.

The pleasure's mine, Captain.

Harry, Seven...

I've been looking forward to working with you.

You have?

I know-- you were expecting letters

from your friends and families.

But with any luck, in a few days,

you'll be seeing them face-to-face.

In three days' time,

Voyager is going to be passing through Grid 898--

a sector of space occupied by a red giant star.

Sensors detected it a few days ago.

At this very moment, a team of Federation scientists

is orbiting another red giant in the Alpha Quadrant.

In 72 hours, they will target its magnetic field

with a verteron beam,

creating a geodesic fold.

As a result, a corresponding fold will open here

in the magnetic field of the red giant

that Voyager is approaching.

Space will be punctured... these two points

creating a gateway between the quadrants.

Our shields are useless against geodesic radiation.

We toyed with the idea of opening a fold ourselves,

but it didn't take us long to realize

we wouldn't survive the trip.

A lot's happened in geodesic research

since you've been gone.

I've brought schematics for shield upgrades

to deflect the radiation from the fold,

medical technology to provide

additional protection for the crew.

We've thought of everything.

Starfleet never mentioned you

in any of the previous datastreams.

Well, Lieutenant Barclay didn't want to raise your hopes,

in case the plan didn't live up to expectation,

but lucky for you, it surpassed them.

What about last month's datastream?

Why didn't we receive it?

Pathfinder tried sending an unabridged version

of my program.

It overloaded the MIDAS Array.

And the only casualty this time was our transceiver.

If everything goes according to plan,

you won't need it anymore.

If we were to attempt this,

you'd need access to areas of this ship

that aren't equipped with holo-emitters.

Not to worry, Captain.

We've thought of that, too.

My emitter is your emitter.

Computer, transfer the Barclay hologram

to the mobile emitter.

Transfer complete.

On Lieutenant Barclay's behalf, I thank you.

Just make sure to return it when we get to Earth.

We're ready for you

in the briefing room, Captain.

Excuse us, Doctor.

I'm sure you have a full day planned,

but if you have time,

I'd like to get better acquainted.

I'll stop by the first chance I get.

You'll know where to find me.

This is our destination--

Red Giant 23139.

The geodesic fold will open here,

adjacent to the giant's northern pole.

We'll have exactly 16 seconds to take Voyager through.

Reg has prepared a list of assignments.

I expect you to give him

your full cooperation.

Mr. Paris, you have the honor

of plotting our course to Big Red 2.

Lieutenant Torres, Commander Tuvok,

I'd like you to start working on shield modifications.

And in the meantime, I've asked the Doctor

to prepare a series of inoculations

that will protect the crew from the radiation.

We should discuss the possibility

of applying Borg technology to Starfleet's plan.

It could increase

our chances of success.

I look forward to hearing your thoughts.

How long before the transceiver's back on line?

No more than two hours.

Then we'll still have time

to transmit a response to Starfleet.

Keep us posted.

I'd like to send Lieutenant Barclay

a little thank-you note for all his hard work.

Um, uh, is there...

is there anything I can do, Reg?

Your job might be the most important one of all.

The next few days will be difficult.

The crew will be working extremely long hours.

They're going to need an experienced Morale Officer

to keep their spirits high.

You can count on me.

If this were any other ship...

I'd have my doubts.

But this is Voyager, "the miracle ship."

You've survived six years in the Delta Quadrant.

You've evaded the Kazon, the Vidiians, the Hirogen.

You've even faced down the Borg.

I think, with a little teamwork,

we can pull off one more miracle

and take Voyager home.

I can taste my mom's cooking.

Don't forget what the hologram said, Harry:

"This is Voyager...

"The miracle ship"!

Uh, not when it comes to getting us home.

Our shortcuts have a tendency to blow up in our faces.

Well, that's looking on the bright side.

Well, remember Arturis

and his quantum slipstream drive?

Or, um, or how about the telepathic pitcher plant

that made us think we were on our way home

right before it tried to eat the ship.

This is the best opportunity we've had.

Yeah, which is why

we'll probably end up in the Gamma Quadrant.

I'll remind you of that when

we get back to Earth.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

When a Borg cube enters

a transwarp conduit, it's subject

to extreme gravimetric shear.

To compensate, the Borg

project a structural integrity field

ahead of the cube.

By modifying Voyager's deflector,

we may be able to do the same.

No one at Starfleet would have thought of this.

So, what's the first thing

you're going to do when you get back?

Begin repairs to Voyager.

Even with the structural integrity field,

it's likely the ship will suffer significant damage.

Yes, but, I mean, there are people at Utopia Planitia

who will take care of that.

There are Engineering crews and technicians...

Are you implying that I am superfluous?

Of course not.

I only meant that if you're too busy working,

you're going to miss all the "welcome home" hoopla.

Starfleet's planning parties.

They'll have ceremonies and speeches.

There, there's a ticker-tape parade down Market Street.

I won't be attending any of those events.

But you'd be the guest of honor.

When I first arrived on Voyager,

it was difficult for the crew to accept me.

I'm anticipating a similar welcome on Earth.

You don't have any idea, do you?

I didn't mention this earlier.

I didn't want to hurt anybody's feelings...

but you are the one

who people are most looking forward to seeing.

That's difficult to believe.

Why?

I was Borg.

Exactly.

You were Borg,

but you escaped.

And despite incredible odds,

you managed to reclaim

your humanity.

No one's ever done that before.

You're famous.

Fame is irrelevant.

Maybe...

but you've given hope

to everyone who's ever lost somebody to the Borg.

You've inspired millions.

If you think my participation in the "hoopla"

would be beneficial to others, then I'll comply.

Is this going to take much longer, Reg?

Well, the computer is still inputting data.

That should do it.

All right. Computer, display the intended trajectory

of the datastream transmitted

at 0600 this morning.

Now, display the actual trajectory

and identify the termination point.

The trajectory ends in Sector 395...

42, Grid 8.

Does that sound familiar?

That's exactly where the datastream

dissipated last month.

There is something there.

There is something preventing the datastream

from reaching Voyager.

Uh, a micro-wormhole, a radiogenic field...

Long-range scans

didn't pick up anything unusual.

Well, still, we could send a ship to investigate.

We could confirm my theory.

What about my theory, Reg?

The hologram was too complex.

It caused the data streams to degrade

before they reached their destination.

Well, to be honest...

l... 1 don't agree.

The truth is, we don't know what happened to my hologram.

Then let's stick to what we do know.

For the second month in a row,

we tried sending your hologram to Voyager.

And for the second month in a row,

it failed to get there.

And I want to know why, so it doesn't happen

a third time.

It won't happen a third time.

Next month, we go back to standard transmissions.

But a holographic matrix carries twice the information,

interact with the crew...

Admiral Paris wants us to send more practical data,

like tactical upgrades,

letters from the crew's families.

But, Pete...

Sending a hologram to Voyager was a good idea,

but it didn't work.

It's time to move on.

And this is the research lab,

where most of Pathfinder's homework gets done.

All the datastreams are compressed here

and then transmitted

all the way to the Delta Quadrant.

Your teacher tells me you've been studying

some of the Delta Quadrant races

that Voyager has described to us.

Who can name one for me?

The Talaxians.

Very good.

The Ocampa.

That's right. Who else?

The Borg!

The Borg!

They assimilated my hologram.

That's how it disappeared.

Reg, now isn't the time.

Look at this-- last month, a spacecraft

passed within 20 meters of the MIDAS Array,

just hours before we sent the first hologram.

What is your point?

20 meters.

It's awfully close, don't you think?

Ensign.

Look, the Borg must

have sent a transwarp probe to steal my hologram.

Maybe because they, they thought that it was carrying

anti-Borg technology to Voyager.

It wasn't the Borg, Reg.

Then it was the Romulans using a cloaked ship.

They've been curious about Voyager for years...

That is enough.

But, you...

I am sorry your idea

didn't work, but I can't have you

going off on a tangent.

Not again.

You'll be no good to Pathfinder or Voyager.

How much leave

do you have saved up?

Not that much.

50... maybe 60 days.

Take a week, go home.

Try to relax.

But, Pete...

No. That was not

a request, Lieutenant.

Maybe I'll go somewhere...

take a vacation.

Now that is the most sensible thing

I've heard you say all day.

My cousin has a beach house in Malaysia.

She'd be happy to lend it to you.

Thanks, um, but I have someplace else in mind.

You, you wanted to see me?

I've been going over the instructions

from Starfleet Medical.

As far as I can tell, their "new" inoculations

aren't much different

from run-of-the-mill radiogenic vaccines.

I don't think they'll protect the crew.

Did you try incorporating a synthetic antigen?

Yes, but it only improved the resistance by 10 percent.

That should be enough.

We can't afford to be cavalier, Reg.

If these treatments don't work,

the crew will wind up liquefied.

You're forgetting that the inoculations

aren't designed to work alone.

They were intended to work in combination

with the shield modifications.

It's the medicinal "ying" to the shields' "yang."

A-and what if the "yang" doesn't work?

That's not going to happen.

Now, listen, Lieutenant Barclay

has a special affinity for this crew.

Sodol.

I promise you, we won't let them down.

Of course you won't.

Tell me...

do you also share Lieutenant Barclay's

affinity for golf?

We have identical handicaps.

Well, if you're not busy later,

perhaps we could play nine holes on the holodeck.

Eh, it's tempting, but I still have

a few dozen progress reports to look over.

Well, in that case,

maybe you could look over them here,

so that I could borrow the mobile emitter.

Providing that the rest of the day's work

goes smoothly, consider it yours.

l... I thought it was mine.

Commander Chakotay tells me

that you finished repairing the transceiver.

We were just about to send the Captain's reply

to Lieutenant Barclay.

Do you have enough room

to include a progress report from me?

I think we can squeeze that in.

Computer, download Barclay Hologram File 01

to the data block.

Download complete.

Transmitting.

It's about time.

Greetings from the Delta Quadrant, Lieutenant.

You'll be happy to know

that your hologram reached us safely...

Get to the important part.

In accordance with the 74th Rule of Acquisition--

"Knowledge Equals Profit"

I've enclosed the specifications you've requested.

See you soon.

Oh, look at those hands.

I bet she gives great oo-mox.

Too bad she'll be dead when she gets here.

Forget the hands.

Show me the nanoprobes.

How many are there?

3.6 million.

That's 20 percent more than we predicted.

3.6 million nanoprobes

at six bars of latinum per unit.

Uh, that comes to...

More profit than we ever dreamed of.

Your drink, sir.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Something to drink, ma'am?

I'm fine, thanks.

Are you sure?

I've got a chocolate passion punch

with your name on it.

Reg?

Surprise.

Where's Commander Riker?

He doesn't arrive until Friday.

Oh.

The question is: What are you doing here?

Just had some time off.

Your letter made this place sound fun,

and just thought I'd join you.

Do you have any idea how inappropriate it is

to follow your therapist on vacation?

Please.

They might be watching.

Who?

The Borg, the Romulans.

I'm not sure yet.

Please...

Deanna, I need your help.

Commander Harkins is usually willing to hear me out,

but this time, he wouldn't even look at my evidence.

I'm not sure any of this qualifies as evidence, Reg.

You don't believe me, either.

You think I'm imagining this?

Just like Pete?

The last time I saw you,

you were laughing, telling jokes.

You even sang a duet with Data.

That was Commander La Forge's birthday party.

You were a completely different Reg that night.

Oh. Things were better then.

How?

Well, for one thing

I had just finished the matrix

for my hologram,

and I showed Geordi some of the specs that night.

He said he was proud of me.

What else?

Oh... the Dragons had just won the pennant,

and I was

still seeing Leosa.

You mentioned her at the party.

A teacher, right?

Everything was going

so well-- my job, my personal life.

I started to think

maybe my luck was changing.

And then you lost your hologram.

Admiral Paris was furious.

He said we'd, we'd wasted a transmission to Voyager.

Pete talked him into giving us another chance,

but there was so much pressure after that.

Did it put a strain on your relationship

with Leosa?

She left me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I went to her apartment.

She was gone.

There was no furniture, no forwarding address,

not even a "Dear Reg" letter.

That must have been very upsetting.

Mmm. It's just my luck, right?

Lose the hologram and the girl.

Tell me more

about Leosa.

Oh. You would have liked her.

She was sweet, she was thoughtful

and such a wonderful listener.

She would let me, let me go on for hours.

What did you talk about?

Oh. She was fascinated by my work at Pathfinder

and, uh...

she didn't, uh...

she didn't find any of it boring.

She made me feel interesting.

What do you feel when we talk about her now?

Um, sadness, I suppose.

A little confusion.

I'm sensing something else...

something beneath the surface.

What?

I think you might be sensing it, too.

What?

Suspicion, Reg.

You suspect her of something.

I suspect

that she's happier without me,

if that's what you mean.

You think Leosa had something to do

with your disappearing hologram,

but you can't bring yourself to admit it.

That's why you're projecting your suspicions onto others.

You're in denial.

If there's any chance

Leosa did breach Pathfinder security,

you need to tell your superiors.

I-I'd be humiliated... again.

I'll go with you.

What about your vacation?

I'll be back here before Will arrives.

Do you really think it's possible that Leosa

stole my hologram?

Why would she do that?

Maybe... maybe she wanted

something to remember me by.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

With the help of the Barclay hologram,

we've nearly completed the modifications to Voyager.

As for Reg, he's becoming

extremely popular with the crew.

Imagine my disappointment

when I discovered that Lieutenant Paris

had eaten all the scrambled eggs.

It was pure, unadulterated gluttony,

gastronomic conduct unbecoming a Starfleet officer.

He knows it's my favorite breakfast,

but he ate them anyway.

We have an egg-mergency here, people.

I want to know what you plan to do about it.

Maybe I can replicate some more, Captain.

Do it.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

He's not only programmed to get us home,

he does impressions.

You see, it's always bothered Lieutenant Barclay

that he was uncomfortable in large groups.

So he designed me to be the life of the party.

I hope he's not too shy.

He's going to have 150 new friends

when we get back home.

If we get home, Harry, if.

Pardon my friend here.

He's convinced we're destined

to live out our days in the Delta Quadrant.

Your pessimism is illogical.

Perhaps a mind-meld would help to alleviate

your concern.

Sick Bay to Reg.

Please report to Holodeck 2.

On my way.

I was starting to think you'd forgotten our tee time.

So, what'll it be?

Pebble Beach at sunset?

The back nine at Gedi Prime?

Actually, Doctor...

I'm afraid something's come up.

I'm going to meet with Seven of Nine.

Oh, really?

She's going to teach me to play Kadis-Kot.

Uh, Reg...

when I agreed to lend you my emitter,

I did it with the understanding

that you needed it for official business.

What's your point?

My point is that board games

aren't exactly crucial to your mission.

And I suppose golf is?

Reg...

I'll tell you what.

When we get back home,

we'll play as much golf as you like.

Until then, let's try to keep out

of each other's hair.

What do you say?

State your name for the record.

Leosa.

L-e-0

s-a.

Occupation?

Dabo girl.

Dabo?

It's a Ferengi game.

I work aboard one of their casino ships.

You, you told me you were a teacher.

Is this true?

Sometimes I'm a teacher.

Sometimes I'm a Bajoran vedek.

Whatever the customer wants.

Lieutenant Barclay tells me that the two of you

have spent a significant amount of time together.

Did he ever discuss his work at Pathfinder with you?

Oh. Wouldn't talk about anything else.

It was always holograms this

and cyclic pulsars that.

And who did you share that information with?

Nobody.

I have a theory.

Would you like to hear it?

Why not?

I think that some of your Ferengi friends

found a way to profit from Lieutenant Barclay's work.

I think

you were encouraged

to get close to him,

and when you had all the information you needed,

you left him.

I left Reg for one simple reason.

He's boring.

Don't tell me you never noticed.

With the Admiral's permission,

I'd like a moment alone

with Leosa.

I don't think therapy

is what this woman needs, Counselor.

Five minutes, Admiral.

Five minutes.

Did you know I'm a Betazoid?

I'm empathic,

which means I know when people are lying.

Tell me, what's the longest

you've ever been incarcerated?

You can't send me to prison, Counselor.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Maybe not, but I can order you

held for psychiatric observation.

Extended observation.

I may not be a Betazoid

but I work a dabo table,

and I know when somebody's bluffing.

Try me.

You were correct, Admiral.

The Ferengi did steal Reg's hologram-- twice.

This is the ship

you need to look for.

That's it.

That's Nunk's ship.

Nunk?

My... employer.

Scans indicate they've been in the vicinity

of that star for the last 43 hours.

Why?

I don't know.

She's telling the truth...

for once.

The Ferengi wouldn't have stolen the hologram

if they didn't think it was valuable.

They're probably waiting to rendezvous with a buyer.

Are there any Starfleet ships in that area?

The Carolina is .7 light-years away.

At maximum warp,

it could reach them in two hours.

Open a channel.

Computer, open a secure channel to the Carolina.

Tell Captain Peterson to adjust his course immediately.

Was everything that happened between us a lie?

Not everything.

Just the parts where I expressed affection for you.

Oh...

if it makes any difference,

it wasn't personal.

It was just... business.

What exactly is a broken heart worth these days, hmm?

Ten percent.

Of what?

Profits from the nanoprobes.

Nanoprobes?

Mm-hmm.

Borg nanoprobes?

Yeah.

Gegis says they're worth

two billion times their weight in latinum.

Oh.

I don't think

I quite understand the problem, Doctor.

Are you aware

that he's been doing impressions of you?

You should hear his Tuvok-- it's eerie.

It's disrespectful.

What do you want me to do, deactivate him?

Just long enough to run a diagnostic of his program.

His recent behavior

may be indicative of a more serious problem.

I haven't seen any evidence of that.

Of course not.

In front of you, he's all smiles...

but I've seen him be rude and careless--

two traits the real Lieutenant Barclay

never exhibited.

I know the real Barclay is a friend of yours,

and I'm sorry if the holographic version

hasn't lived up to your expectations,

but that's hardly reason to deactivate him.

Are the lives of 150 crewmen reason enough?

Maybe you're right.

Maybe I am overreacting,

but what if I'm right?

We're less than a light-year away

from the geodesic fold.

Do you want to risk being led through it

by a malfunctioning hologram?

Captain, you saved us a com call.

We're ready to bring the enhanced shielding on line.

Good work.

I need a moment alone with Reg.

Your program has been running continuously

for how many hours now?

56 hours, 11 minutes and 21 seconds.

I'd like to run a diagnostic of your matrix,

make sure you haven't suffered any degradation

over the last few days.

This isn't the, uh...

Doctor's idea, is it?

He expressed some concern for your well-being, yes.

I bet he did.

Believe me, Reg, the crew and I

are grateful for everything you've done,

but we need to take every precaution.

I understand perfectly.

And if the ship's Doctor thinks

I need a checkup, who am I to argue?

Why are you hiding in the corner?

I'm not hiding.

I'm working on a way to foil the Ferengi's plans.

Reg, there's nothing left to foil.

The Carolina will have them in custody within the hour.

Leosa said the Ferengi

were going to be selling Borg nanoprobes.

What does that have to do with Voyager?

They have a Borg crewman.

Think about it.

The Ferengi stole the original Barclay hologram a month ago.

That gave them time to reprogram it

and then smuggle it to Voyager

in the next transmission.

Reprogram it to do what?

Steal Seven of Nine's nanoprobes.

For all we know, he could be

dissecting her right now.

What would the Ferengi want with assimilation technology?

Oh, nanoprobes aren't just for assimilating.

They can reanimate necrotic tissue,

slow down the aging process.

They'd be priceless for the Ferengi.

Reg, even if the Ferengi

did reprogram your hologram to steal the nanoprobes,

how would they get their hands on them?

Voyager's 30,000 light-years away.

I haven't figured that part out yet.

Maybe they discovered a, a wormhole or a subspace corridor.

Have you mentioned any of this to Commander Harkins?

Not yet. I can't.

If 1 don't bring him hard evidence,

he'll just think that I'm fantasizing.

For the time being, we need to keep this between us.

That tickles, Lieutenant.

Sorry, Reg, we're almost finished.

Have you identified any problems yet?

I've gone over his entire matrix.

He's working perfectly.

Maybe I'm not the one who needs a diagnostic, hmm?

I'm a big enough hologram to admit when I'm wrong.

I'm sorry I doubted you.

Well, if anyone is owed an apology, it's you.

I should've been more sensitive.

Friends?

Friends.

Now that that's out of the way, Captain, what do you say

we get this ship back to Earth?

It's time.

Initiate the geodesic pulse.

Would someone care to tell me

what that is?

It's a geodesic fold, Admiral.

That's how they're going to get the nanoprobes.

Two million kilometers

and closing, Captain.

Take us to one-quarter impulse.

Bridge to Astrometrics.

Bring the enhanced shielding on line.

Aye, Commander.

What's wrong?

The fold contains three radiation types

we didn't account for.

The shield modifications are not enough.

Well, the shields were modified

to work in combination with the inoculations.

We'll be fine.

If the shields fail,

the inoculations will be irrelevant.

Astrometrics to the Bridge.

Go ahead.

What is it, Seven?

There was a problem, Captain,

but I've corrected it.

I'm using the MIDAS Array to tap into the Ferengi ship's sensors.

They're receiving telemetry through the fold.

If I'm reading this correctly, Voyager's headed right for it.

Captain Janeway knows better

than to take her ship

into such a dangerous anomaly.

If the Ferengi did alter my hologram, then...

it might... might be possible

for him to have taken over the ship.

One hologram against an entire crew?

He may have found a way to incapacitate the crew

or to commandeer the ship's systems,

but either way, we've got to get the Carolina

to close the fold.

The Carolina isn't equipped to do that.

Then they'll have to commandeer the Ferengi ship

and do it from there.

The Carolina's still

half a light-year away. They won't make it in time.

Can we transmit a message, warn Voyager?

Not through a geodesic fold.

Our own starship, with multiphasic shielding

and a gold-pressed latinum hull.

We'll have enough left over to buy a fleet of casino ships!

I have a better idea-- lobe enlargements!

Shh!

Ooh, someone's hailing us.

Who?

I can't tell. There's too much interference.

Answer it.

It's the hologram.

You said it was impossible

to communicate through the fold.

I thought it was.

I guess I did a better job

of reprogramming the hologram than I thought.

We must close

the geodesic fold immediately.

Captain Janeway has found out about our plan.

If that's true,

then why is she still headed for the fold?

Because she...

found a way to protect her ship.

Impossible.

You don't know Janeway.

She's uncanny when it comes to shields.

She's furious.

She said she was going to kill

whoever tried to harm her crew.

I strongly suggest you abort the mission.

What should we do?

Go to warp before Janeway makes it through.

No, you mustn't!

Voyager has Borg interquadrental

warp drives and... Hirogen hunting sensors

and Vidiian phase torpedoes.

No matter where you run, Voyager will find you.

Your only hope... is to close the fold.

Harkins to Holodeck 1.

Go ahead, Pete.

It worked, Reg.

They've started to close the fold.

Computer, end program.

Something's wrong, Captain.

Astrometrics to the Bridge.

Why are we stopping?

The fold's collapsing, Reg.

We didn't make it in time.

It's not too late if we remodulate the shields.

I appreciate your determination, but we can't risk it.

You did everything you could.

Captain, someone just initiated

a site-to-site transport.

Who?

Seven and Reg.

They've beamed to an escape pod.

Bridge to Seven of Nine. What's going on?

The pod's been launched.

Put a tractor beam on it.

There is too much interference from the fold.

Harry, can you get a transporter lock?

What now?

There's something coming through the fold.

Voyager?

No, it's too small.

A phase torpedo!

Raise shields!

Brace for impact!

It's an escape pod.

Maybe the hologram sent us the drone.

Ooh...!

Check what's in there.

Nothing.

No Borg corpse, no nanoprobes.

No profit.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Seven of Nine has recovered from her injuries

and "Reg" has been deactivated.

Until we finish analyzing his program,

his motivations remain a mystery.

Making first contact

with a new life-form?

"Mom's apple pie."

Neelix thought a little home cooking

might cheer me up.

And...?

I haven't worked up the courage

to taste it yet.

Have you figured out what went wrong with Reg?

Well, Seven thinks our proximity to the fold degraded his matrix,

but if you ask me, it was a recursive error

in his logic subroutine.

Not bad...

but it would have tasted better in San Francisco.

If it'll make you feel any better,

I'll let you in on a little secret.

I was on the Bridge this morning

when we received a hail from an Iconian scientist.

He claims to have a transdimensional gateway

that can take us anywhere in the galaxy.

I'm not that gullible.

It's true. I was there.

The Captain doesn't want us

to get our hopes up,

but personally, I think we'll be home by the end of the week.

Are you serious?

You were right about him.

Computer, install Barclay Security Protocol 21-Alpha.

Installation complete.

Identify yourself.

C-computer, deactivate Barclay program.

I'm sorry.

l... I've been programming him

with new security precautions

s-so he can't be stolen again.

You seem to be off to a good start.

I thought you'd, uh, be back at the beach.

Will and I decided to spend the rest

of our vacation in Tiburon.

We were wondering

if you're free for dinner tonight.

Uh, I, oh...

Oh, I, uh, I-l wouldn't want to be a "third nacelle."

Not possible.

Will's bringing a friend for you.

Her name's Maril.

You're going to adore her.

I'd like to, but I-I still have, uh...

dozens of protocols to install.

Maybe next time.

Look, Reg, I know Leosa hurt you,

but hiding inside a hologrid isn't the answer.

You need to get out, meet new people.

This Maril wouldn't happen to be a dabo girl

by any chance?

She's a teacher, actually-- a real one.

Are you sure?

Don't worry, Reg.

We've taken security precautions.