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These should be familiar images
to everyone who remembers

the USS Voyager's
triumphant return to Earth

after 23 years
in the Delta Quadrant.

Voyager captivated the hearts
and minds of the people

throughout the Federation,
so it seems fitting

that on this, the tenth
anniversary of their return,

we take a moment to recall

the sacrifices made
by the crew.

Corruption charges
were brought today...

Computer, end display.

Hi! Good to see you.

Dinner next week, then?

Great. Okay.

Hello.

What's your name?

Harry. What's yours?

Sabrina.

Naomi's daughter?

- Uh-huh.
- You've gotten so big.

I don't remember you.

I haven't come
to one of these reunions

in four years.

Why?

I've been
on a deep space assignment.

For four years?

Compared to how long
I was on Voyager,

it seemed like a long weekend.

Can you find your mother for me?

- Uh-huh.
- I'd like to say hi.

Oops. Here you are, Captain.

Thank you, Admiral.

I haven't seen her
since she was a baby.

It's amazing how fast
you've all grown.

How's Tuvok?

Not well.

I thought maybe I'd go
see him tomorrow.

Oh, that would be nice.

I'm sorry I missed the funeral.

I should've been there.

You were on a mission.
Everyone understood.

It's so good to see you, Harry.

Doc.

Mr. Paris.

Voyager's pilot, medic,

and occasional thorn in my side.

Where have you
been hiding yourself?

I've been busy.

New holonovel?

I'll make sure to get your input

before I send it off
to my publisher.

Aren't you going
to introduce me to your date?

Mr. Paris, meet Lana,
my blushing bride.

You're married?

Tomorrow is our
two-week anniversary.

Well, congratulations.

My invitation must've
gotten lost in subspace.

Oh, you should be flattered.

We took a page
from your book and eloped.

Joe has a real flair
for romantic gestures.

"Joe"?

I decided I couldn't
get married without a name.

It took you 33 years
to come up with Joe?

It was Lana's
grandfather's name.

Oh. Oh, so you're not a...

A hologram? No.

Frankly, Mr. Paris,
I'm surprised you'd even ask.

I thought we were
beyond those sorts

- of distinctions.
- Are you kidding?

I think it's great.

I'm in a mixed marriage
myself, remember?

Speaking of which,
where is that wife of yours?

The High Council had
a lot of questions.

What did you tell them?

The truth...
with a Klingon twist.

I told them
that my beloved former Captain,

who had saved my life many times

in glorious battle,
would be honored

to submit Korath's House
for consideration.

Do you think it'll work?

I'm just the Federation liaison,

but I'd like to think
I have some influence.

You still haven't told me

why you're trying to help
Korath.

He's an old friend.

Would this old friend
have anything to do

with the mission that
you sent my daughter on?

Sorry, B'Elanna,

but you know
I can't talk about that.

Couldn't you at least have
waited until after the reunion?

She really wanted to be here.

She'll be home soon, I promise.

May I have everyone's
attention, please?

Ten years ago tonight,
this crew returned home

from the longest away mission
in Starfleet history.

23 years together
made you a family,

one I'm proud
to have been adopted by.

So let us raise our glasses...
to the journey.

To the journey.

And to those who aren't here
to celebrate it with us.

Ladies and gentlemen,
meet the Borg.

Over the course of this term,
you're going to become

intimately familiar
with the collective.

You'll learn
about the assimilation process,

the Borg hierarchy,

and the psychology
of the hive mind.

And when it comes to your
performance in this class,

my expectations are going
to be no different

than the Borg Queen herself--
perfection.

This semester,
we are very fortunate

to have a special
guest lecturer,

the woman who literally wrote
the book on the Borg--

Admiral Kathryn Janeway.

Thank you, Commander.

I'm glad to be here.

A question already, Cadet?

I suppose it could wait
until after class, Admiral.

As they say in the Temporal
Mechanics Department,

"There's no time
like the present."

In the year 2377, you aided

the Borg resistance movement
known as Unimatrix Zero.

Sounds like someone's been
reading ahead.

I thought you had
a question, Cadet.

Yes, ma'am.

When you informed the Queen

that you were going to liberate
thousands of her drones,

could you describe
the look on her face?

Admiral?

Some of us were talking
before class,

and we were curious.

How extensive was
Seven of Nine's involvement

with Unimatrix Zero?

I'd, uh...

prefer not to discuss
Seven of Nine.

Yes, ma'am.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Okay.

Uh, who can tell me
a little about nanotechnology?

I'm sorry to pull you
out of class, Admiral.

Did you see it?

Yes, ma'am.

And?

It works.

Korath has agreed
to the exchange?

Yes.

But...

He's insisting on handing it
over to you personally.

I'll be there as soon as I can.

Good work, Ensign Paris.

Hello, Tuvok.

The light.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I know you.

That's right.

I'm your friend,
Kathryn Janeway, remember?

You're an impostor.

No, Tuvok. It's me.

Admiral Janeway visits
on Sunday.

Today is Thursday.

Logic dictates that you are not
who you claim to be.

How are you?

I am close
to completing my work.

I'm glad to hear it.

It is difficult
with so many interruptions.

I'm sorry.

Would you like me to leave?

You may stay.

Tuvok?

There's something I need
to tell you.

It's very important.

I'm going away,
and I may not see you again.

Commander Barclay and the Doctor
will continue to visit.

They'll bring you
anything you need.

The Doctor comes on Wednesdays.

Commander Barclay's
visits are...

e-erratic.

Good-bye, Tuvok.

You must be the only doctor
who still makes house calls.

What are your symptoms?

I'm perfectly fine.

For 33 years, you fought me

every time you were due
for a physical.

Now you ask me to give you one
ahead of schedule.

I'm taking a trip.

I just wanted
to get our appointment

out of the way before I left.

That's all?

That's all.

Hmm. The good news is

you're as healthy as you were
the first day I examined you.

Well...

now that's out of the way,
have a seat.

We didn't get to talk much
at the party.

No. I don't suppose we did.

So, how's married life?

Wonderful.

You should try it.

Oh, I think it's a little late
for that.

Marriage is for the young--
like your wife.

I can only hope she ages
as gracefully as you have.

I, of course, will be
the same handsome hologram

20 years from now as I am today.

I've been meaning to ask you...

are you familiar with a
drug called chronexaline?

We've been testing it
at Starfleet Medical

to determine
if it can protect bio-matter

from tachyon radiation.

And?

It's very promising.

Why do you ask?

I need 2,000 milligrams
by tomorrow afternoon.

Why?

That's classified.

Will you get it for me?

Of course, Admiral.

You'll have it by 0900.

Thank you.

Download complete.

This should be everything
you need.

The shuttle?

Waiting for you
at the Oakland shipyard.

I wish you'd let me
come with you.

Sorry, Reg,
but this is my mission.

Besides, if you leave,
there won't be anyone

to teach those eager
young cadets about the Borg.

Oh.

I made you some fresh tea
for the trip.

Not that replicated stuff.

Thank you...

for everything.

I wouldn't have been able
to do this without you.

Oh, don't remind me.

Any final words of advice
for your old Captain?

Wait. Don't tell me.
I'm being impulsive.

I haven't considered
all the consequences.

It's too risky.

Thanks for the input...

but I've got to do
what I think is right.

I know it wasn't easy
living all these years

without her, Chakotay.

But when I'm through,

things might be better
for all of us.

Trust me.

Tom?

Tom.

I'm sleeping.

It's time.

For what?

I'll give you one guess.

Paris to...

Paris to Sick Bay. It's time.

Remain calm, Mr. Paris.

Can she stand?

Affirmative.

Then I suggest
you report to Sick Bay.

What about B'Elanna?

Her, too.

Right, of course.

Maybe we should take
the transporter.

Hey, wait for me!

Hmm...

What do you mean by "hmm"?

You're going to have
a very healthy baby...

but not tonight.

Tell me you're joking.

You're experiencing
false labor, Lieutenant.

- Again?
- As I explained

the last time,
it's a common occurrence,

especially among Klingons.

I want this thing out of me
now!

Misdirected rage...

another common occurrence
among Klingons.

Can't you induce?

I wouldn't recommend it.

If this keeps happening,
we'll never get any sleep.

You think it's bad now?

When?

0400.

How many false alarms
does that make?

Three that we know of.

That baby is as
stubborn as her mother.

Harry's starting a pool to see
who can guess the actual date

and time of birth.

Tell him to put me down
for next... Friday,

2300 hours.

Anything else?

Crewman Chell's asked

about taking over
in the Mess Hall full-time.

Neelix left some pretty
big pots and pans to fill.

Does Mr. Chell feel
he's up to the challenge?

Apparently so.

He's prepared a sample menu.

"Plasma Leak Soup,

Chicken Warp Core-don Bleu."

If his cooking's as bad
as his puns, we're in trouble.

Oh, I don't know--
I wouldn't mind giving

his "Red Alert Chili" a try.

Feel like having lunch?

I'd love to,
but I've already made plans.

Rain check?

Absolutely.

What's all this?

A picnic.

According to my research,

this is an appropriate
third date.

You didn't have to go
to this much trouble.

If this makes you uncomfortable,

I could prepare
a less elaborate meal.

No, don't change a thing.

This is perfection.

In the interest of fair play,
I should inform you

that Mr. Kim has never
defeated me at kal-toh.

You should've listened to me.

Kal-toh is as much a game
of patience as it is of logic.

An experienced player

will sometimes
take several hours

to decide his next move,
and in some cases

even days may be necessary to...

Kal-toh.

You beat him.

Congratulations.

I'm sure it was
just beginner's luck, sir.

I'd offer you a rematch,
but I'm due in Astrometrics.

Another time, perhaps.

He may have to go,
but I'm free and feeling lucky.

If you'll excuse me, Ensign.

It's just a game, Tuvok.

Icheb's an exceptionally
bright young man.

Did it occur to you

that he might simply be
a better player?

My loss was the result

of another lapse
in concentration.

I am detecting
lower neuropeptide levels.

As I suspected.

My condition is deteriorating.

It's a minor change.

We knew it would happen.

I simply have
to increase your medication.

Thank you, Doctor.

Commander... I understand
your desire for privacy,

but maybe it's time
we informed the Captain.

I will inform her
if and when the disorder

begins to affect the
performance of my duties.

Of course.

Your move.

Your move.

Green... grid 1210.

Red, grid 313.

Tricky.

How's Brax?

Wonderful.

Thanks for asking.

I know I can never replace
his father, but...

I have no doubt
the boy looks up to you.

Orange, grid 1012.

I haven't told anyone,

but I'm thinking of asking Dexa
to marry me.

She'd be wise to accept.

That's enough of my love life.
How about yours?

I don't have a love life.

Oh? What about your relationship
with Commander Chakotay?

It's your turn.

Actually, it's yours.

At least tell me
how he liked the picnic.

It was an enjoyable activity
for both of us.

Thank you for suggesting it.

Anytime.

What is it?

Long-range sensors are detecting

extremely high
neutrino emissions

accompanied by
intermittent graviton flux

approximately
three light-years away.

A wormhole?

I'm not sure.

I'll need to conduct more scans.

We can finish our game tomorrow.

I'll contact you
at the usual time.

The emissions are occurring
at the center of the nebula.

There appear to be hundreds
of distinct sources.

Which could translate
to hundreds of wormholes.

The radiation is interfering
with our sensors,

but if Ensign Kim's
enthusiasm turns out

to be justified, it would be
the most concentrated occurrence

of wormholes ever recorded.

Any idea where they lead?

Not yet, but if just

one of them leads
to the Alpha Quadrant...

Who knows, Harry?

It might take us right into
your parents' living room.

Alter course, Mr. Paris.

Ensign, when you speak
to your mother,

tell her we may need her
to move the sofa.

7153... 5331...

7153... 5331...

- 7153...
- I'm sorry if I pulled you away

from something important, sir,

but he won't let
anyone near him,

- and I thought you might...
- You did the right thing.

His condition's
never been associated

with violent behavior.

He seems more frustrated
than violent.

Long-range sensors
have detected no trace.

Her disappearance
remains a mystery.

I am deeply concerned.

What are you concerned
about, Tuvok?

Her disappearance.

Whose?
- 5331...

7153.

He's been repeating
those same numbers

over and over again--
533171.

It might be a stardate.

Stardate 53317...

If my memory files are accurate,

that was the day Captain Janeway
was abducted by the Kellidians.

Is that who you're talking
about, Tuvok, Captain Janeway?

Her disappearance remains
a mystery.

No, you solved
that mystery, Tuvok.

You rescued the Captain
and brought her

back to Voyager
safe and sound, remember?

I am deeply concerned,
deeply concerned.

Maybe if the Admiral
paid him a visit,

showed him
that she was all right?

Unfortunately, she's
out of town right now.

I'm not sure
when she'll be back.

She's never coming back!

Her disappearance
remains a mystery.

I'm deeply concerned...

Voyager to Pathfinder.

Come in, Pathfinder.

Doctor, what a pleasant sur...

Oh! I've forgotten about our
golf game again, haven't I?

Relax, Reg,
it's not until next week.

I'm here because I need to get
in touch with Admiral Janeway.

Oh, she's out of town.

I know. Did she tell you
where she was going?

Uh, I'm afraid
it-it never came up.

I mean, is something wrong?

I'm not sure.

I paid a visit to Tuvok
this morning.

He seemed to think that she
was in some sort of danger.

Well, you know
better than anyone

how confused Tuvok can get.

Yes, but I've been worried
about the Admiral, too.

Why?

Two days ago, she asked me

for a large quantity
of an experimental medication.

When I asked her
why she needed it,

she said it was classified.

Then you shouldn't be telling me
about it, should you?

I spoke to Director Okaro
at Starfleet Intelligence.

He assured me that the Admiral

hasn't been involved
in any classified work

since she began teaching
at the Academy.

You know how sneaky

these intelligence people
can be.

Maybe he was just trying
to throw you off.

Maybe...

but still...

she's been talking for months

about how excited she is
to be teaching with you.

Then,
just as the semester begins,

she goes away...
without even telling you where.

Don't you find that
a little strange?

l... I'm sure that there
is a perfectly reasonable

explanation, Doctor.

I'm sorry,

I have some... papers to grade.

You're stammering, Reg.

So?!

I haven't heard you do that
in years.

I think you do know
where she is.

She is one of the most
decorated officers

in all of Starfleet history.

I'm... I'm...

sure she can
take care of herself.

You wouldn't be saying that

unless she was doing
something dangerous.

You are putting words
in my mouth.

Tell me where she is, Reg.

Welcome to the House
of Korath, Admiral.

I love what he's
done with the place.

What was that about?

He said your demeanor
was disrespectful.

I hope you told him
I didn't mean to be rude.

I told him if he didn't

show you more respect,
I would break his arm.

You are your mother's daughter.

Korath is waiting.
We should go in.

Sorry, but this is
where we part ways.

Excuse me?

You're dismissed, Ensign.

Admiral, I really think that...

I can take care of myself.

With all due respect,

I've been working on this
for six months, and...

And you've done
an exemplary job, but it's over.

Understood?

Yes, ma'am.

I happen to know

your parents are anxious
to spend some time with you.

Take a few days' leave.

Go and see them.

A Cardassian disruptor.

I've modified it
to emit a nadion pulse.

Impressive, but that's not
what I've come for.

No.

You've come for something
far more dangerous.

Where is it?

Somewhere safe.

I went to a great deal
of trouble

to get you your seat
on the High Council.

Now give me what you promised.

I've scanned your shuttle.

It appears you've made some...

interesting modifications.

Your shields generator
is of particular interest.

It's not for sale.

Then what you want
isn't available, either.

We had an agreement.

Show the Admiral out.

Maybe Chell should add
"Nebula Soup" to his menu.

Shields.

Holding.

Bridge to Astrometrics.

Go ahead.

Any more data on those
neutrino emissions?

Negative, Captain.
I still can't get a clear scan.

Distance to the center?

Six million kilometers.

What is it?

I'm detecting

a tritanium signature,
bearing 342 mark 55.

Whatever it is, it's too close.

Evasive maneuvers.

Was it a ship?

Possibly.

Another tritanium signature
right on top of us.

Tom!

Get us out of here now.

Vessel identified: USS Voyager.

We will pursue and assimilate.

No, they haven't compromised
our security.

Let the vessel continue...
for now.

I'll keep an eye on them.

There's no evidence
that the cube detected us.

Where is it now?

Approximately
three light-years away.

How could they not have seen us?

We came within ten meters
of their hull.

The Borg wouldn't
knowingly risk a collision.

The radiation must've interfered
with their sensors as well.

If they can't detect
us, we should go back.

I wouldn't recommend it.

My analysis
of the tritanium signature

suggests there were
at least 47 Borg vessels

inside the nebula.

We can't just give up
on those wormholes.

Oh, yes, we can.

What if we try to modify...?

Sorry, Mr. Kim.

You may be the Captain someday,
but not today.

Tom.

What are you doing
when your shift ends?

Uh, no plans. Why?

Uh, I've been thinking.

You and I should have some fun.

One last adventure

before you get too busy
being a father.

Did you reserve
some holodeck time?

I got a better idea.

This is your idea of fun?

It'll work;
we just need to make

a few modifications
to the Flyer.

We might as well just
hand it over to the Borg.

How could that happen

with the best pilot
in the Quadrant at the helm?

Nice try.

If we go to the Captain
together,

she'll be much more likely
to approve my plan.

I don't want her to approve it.

Where's your sense of adventure?

I left it in that nebula,

and I'm not going back for it.

Don't you want
to find a way home?

I am home, Harry.

Captain Proton would never walk
away from a mission like this.

Captain Proton
doesn't have a wife

and a baby on the way.

If you're here
for my daily report,

it's not complete.

Actually...

I'm here
in an unofficial capacity.

I was wondering if you'd
like to get together again.

To do what?

Well, that all depends
on your research.

Would a quiet dinner
be an appropriate fourth date?

Hmm, I believe it would be
a more suitable fifth date.

I'm willing to skip
ahead if you are.

You're fine, aside from
some minor inflammation

around your biradial clamp.

Let me know if it starts
to bother you.

Is there something else?

Do you remember
three months ago,

when my cortical node shut down?

How could I forget?

You said it might be possible

to remove the fail-safe device
that was causing the problem.

Has it been giving you
trouble again?

No,

but I've reconsidered your offer
to extract it.

I've been hoping you would.

You said it would require
several surgeries.

Actually,

in anticipation of
your change of heart,

I've been studying the problem
in more detail.

I now believe I can reconfigure

the microcircuitry
with a single procedure.

You'll be free to experience
the full range of emotions--

everything
from a hearty belly laugh

to a good cry.

How soon can you do it?

Today, if you'd like.

My shift ends at 1800 hours.

It's a date.

Speaking of dates...

once the fail-safe is gone,

you'll be free to pursue
more intimate relationships.

I'm aware of that.

If you decide you need help

with that aspect
of your humanity...

I'm always at your disposal.

I appreciate that.

Really?

Yes...

but I already have
all the help I need.

Ah...

of course.

You'll undoubtedly be running

more simulations
with the Chakotay hologram.

No, actually.

I'll see you at 1800 hours.

mak-taH hoon...
Janeway, ghuy'cha.

I've reconsidered your offer.

I thought you might.

I'll give you
the shield emitter,

but not until I've inspected
the device you're offering...

to make sure it's genuine.

You question my honor?!

If you were honorable,

you wouldn't have changed
the terms of our agreement.

Show it to me, or I'm leaving.

This will do just fine.

Stop her!

Computer, deploy armor.

Lay in a course
for these coordinates.

What do you want?

You'll pay
for your deceit, ghuy'cha!

And the house of Korath
won't rest

until you've drowned
in your own blood!

I'd love to stay and chat,
but I'm on a tight schedule.

Computer, warp 6.

Approaching
designated coordinates.

All stop.

Warning. Vessel approaching,
vector 121 mark six.

Harry.

And people are always saying
that space is so big.

Lower your shields, Admiral.

Prepare for transport.

I'm taking you into custody.

You have no grounds
to take me into custody,

Captain.

Reg told the Doctor everything,
and the Doctor told me.

Now, please, Admiral,
stand down.

On one condition--

you let me explain
why I'm doing this.

You have no idea
what the consequences would be.

I know what the consequences
are if we do nothing.

So do you.

I have a chance
to change all that.

If Starfleet Command knew
what you were trying to do...

You haven't told them?

The Doctor and I decided
to keep things in the family.

What about your crew?

I told them I needed to take you
back to Starfleet Medical

because you'd contracted
a rare disease.

I hope it isn't terminal.

No...

but it has been known
to affect judgment.

I know what I'm doing, Harry.

Do you?

Can you say with absolute
certainty that it'll work?

Because if you can't...

Even if it weren't a violation
of every rule in the book,

it would still be far too risky.

What?

I'm remembering a young Ensign

who wanted to fly
into a Borg-infested

nebula, just to explore
the remote possibility

that we might find a way home.

If I remember correctly,
you stopped me.

We didn't know then
what we know now.

Our technology
may have advanced, but...

I'm not talking
about technology.

I'm talking about people--

people who weren't as lucky
as you and me.

You said you and the Doctor

wanted to "keep things
in the family."

But our family's
not complete anymore, is it?

I'm asking you
to trust my judgment, Harry...

one last time.

Am I early?

No, you're right on time.

Something wrong with the door?

I didn't think it
would be discreet

to be seen carrying flowers
to the First Officer's quarters.

Your research?

I should put these in water.

I've been told that anticipation

of the first kiss
is often uncomfortable.

I wanted to alleviate
the tension.

That was very considerate
of you.

What about the second kiss?

I'd have to check the database.

It may indicate...

Senior officers,
report to the Bridge.

Next time, we deactivate
the com system.

What is it?

Judging from the tachyon
emissions,

some sort of temporal rift.

How's it being generated?

That's what we're trying
to figure out.

If Starfleet Command finds out
I had anything to do with this,

they'll demote me
back to Ensign.

You worry too much, Harry.

It's turning you gray.

Propulsion's on line.
Plasma flow stable.

This device of Korath's...

it produces too much
tachyokinetic energy.

It could burn itself out

by the time you get
where you're going.

You wouldn't be able
to get back.

I always assumed
it was a one-way trip.

You're sure I can't talk you
out of this?

Right.

Stupid question.

Kim to the Rhode Island.

One to beam back.

Computer, activate
the chrono-deflector.

Deploy armor.

Unable to comply.

Ablative generator is off-line.

Evasive pattern, Beta-6.

Open a channel
to the Rhode Island.

Harry, I'm under attack.

How fast can you get back here?

I'm detecting nadion discharges
on the other side of the rift.

Weapons fire?

It's possible.

The signature appears
to be Klingon.

Red Alert.

Stand by for transport, Admiral.

You know where I'm going, Harry,
and it's not to your ship.

Your structural integrity
is failing.

Just get these Klingons
off my tail.

Computer,
activate the tachyon pulse

and direct it to these spatial
and temporal coordinates.

There's a vessel
coming through the rift.

Klingon?

No.

Federation.

We're being hailed.

On screen.

Recalibrate your deflector

to emit an anti-tachyon pulse.

You have to seal that rift.

It's usually considered polite
to introduce yourself

before you start giving orders.

Captain, a Klingon vessel
is coming through.

Close the rift!

In case you didn't notice,
I outrank you, Captain.

Now do it.

I did what you asked.

Now tell me what the hell
is going on.

I've come to bring Voyager home.

Welcome aboard.

It's good to be back.

Fresh coffee.

Would you like a cup?

No, I gave it up years ago.

I only drink tea now.

I told the curator

at the museum that if he wanted
to make the ready room

more authentic,
he should always keep

a steaming pot of coffee
on the desk.

Voyager's in a museum?

Voyager is a museum...
on the grounds of the Presidio.

On a clear morning,
you can see Alcatraz from here.

You made it back to Earth.

Unfortunately, our favorite cup

took a bit of a beating
along the way.

It was damaged during a battle
with the Fen Domar.

Who?

You'll run into them
in a few years.

You know what?

I shouldn't be listening
to details about the future.

Oh, the almighty
Temporal Prime Directive.

Take my advice.

It's less of a headache
if you just ignore it.

You've obviously decided
to, or you wouldn't be here.

A lot's happened to me
since I was you.

Well, I'm still me,
and this is still my ship,

so no more talk about
what's going to happen

until I decide
otherwise, understood?

All right.

Let's talk about the past.

Three days ago, you detected
elevated neutrino emissions

in a nebula in Grid 986.

You thought it
might be a way home.

You were right.

I've come to tell you

to take Voyager
back to that nebula.

It was crawling with Borg.

I've brought technology
that'll get us past them.

Oh, I don't blame you

for being skeptical,

but if you can't trust
yourself, who can you trust?

For the sake of argument,

let's say I believe everything
you're telling me.

The future you come from
sounds pretty good.

Voyager's home.
I'm an Admiral.

There are ways
to defend against the Borg.

My ready room even gets
preserved for posterity.

So, why would you

want to tamper with
such a rosy timeline?

To answer that,

I'd have to tell you more
than you want to know...

but suffice it to say...

if you don't do
what I'm suggesting,

it's going to take you
another 16 years

to get this ship home,

and there are going to be
casualties along the way.

I know exactly
what you're thinking.

You've also become a telepath?

I used to be you, remember?

You're asking yourself,

"Is she really
who she says she is,

or is this some sort
of deception?"

For all you know,
I could be a member

of Species 8472 in disguise.

Have your people
examine my shuttle.

Tell them to take a close look

at the weapon systems
and the armor technology.

In the meantime, the Doctor
can confirm my identity.

My scans of the Admiral's
cerebral cortex

turned up
something interesting.

What is it?

I'm not sure-- I've never seen
this kind of implant before.

Alien technology?

The microcircuitry
has a Starfleet signature.

Of course it does.

Admiral?

You invented it-- 12 years ago
from my perspective.

I'm sorry, Admiral,
I didn't realize...

What, that I was eavesdropping?

I may be old, but my hearing's
still excellent,

thanks to your exemplary care
over the years.

So, this...

implant I'm going to invent--

what does it do?

It's a synaptic transceiver.

It allows me to pilot a vessel

equipped with a neural
interface.

Fascinating.

Tell me...

what other extraordinary
breakthroughs

- am I going to make?
- Doctor.

Sorry, Captain,
but you can't blame

a hologram for being curious.

Just finish your report.

Yes, ma'am.

My scans indicate the two of you
are genetically identical.

The Admiral is you,
approximately 26 years from now.

Hello, Seven.

The technology aboard
the Admiral's ship

is impressive.

Much of it appears
to have been designed

to defend against the Borg.

Could we install these
systems on Voyager?

The stealth technology
is incompatible,

but I believe we can adapt
the armor and weapons.

Well, Captain?

Do it.

Captain's Personal Log,
Stardate 54973.4.

We've begun outfitting Voyager

with Admiral Janeway's upgrades.

As soon as the major
modifications are complete,

we'll reverse course
and head back to the nebula.

Though I've had some strange
experiences in my career,

nothing quite compares

to the sight of my future self
briefing my officers

on technology
that hasn't been invented yet.

Computer, begin
regeneration cycle.

Seven of Nine,

Tertiary Adjunct
of Unimatrix Zero One.

It's been too long.

What do you want?

Do I need a reason
to visit a friend?

We're not friends.

No...

we're more than that.

We're family.

While we're on the subject
of old friends--

I see that Voyager has
just gotten a visitor,

and she's come from the future.

Tell me why.

You may be able to communicate
with me while I'm regenerating,

but I'm no longer a drone.

I don't answer to you.

I've extrapolated
Voyager's trajectory.

I know that you're
returning to the nebula.

I suggest you alter course.

Why should we comply?

You've always been
my favorite, Seven.

In spite of their
obvious imperfections,

I know how much you care
for the Voyager crew...

so I've left them alone.

Imagine... how you would feel

if I were forced
to assimilate them.

Voyager is no threat
to the collective.

We simply want to return
to the Alpha Quadrant.

I've no objection to that...

but if you try to enter
my nebula again...

I'll destroy you.

Warning. Regeneration cycle
incomplete.

Her cortical node was exposed
to a low-energy EM surge.

It could've been much worse.

It was the Borg Queen.

She wanted to make sure

I'd be able
to deliver a message.

She said she'd
assimilate Voyager

if we attempted
to reenter the nebula.

Why is it so important to her?

That doesn't matter.

She's not going to be able
to make good on her threat.

I wish I shared your confidence.

You would, if you'd had

as much experience
with the Queen as I've had.

It was one thing to attempt this
when we thought it was a secret,

but if the Borg are
monitoring us...

There's no guarantee
they won't try to assimilate

Voyager even if we don't go
back into the nebula.

Is that supposed to be
reassuring?

I'm not saying
the Borg aren't dangerous,

but from my perspective,

they're 30 years
behind the times.

We shouldn't push our luck.

Luck's not going to have
anything to do with it.

I know--
you don't want to hear

too much about the future,

but let's just say
I ran into the Borg

a few more times
before I made it home.

If I hadn't developed
technology and tactics

that could defeat them,

I wouldn't be
standing here today.

We'll maintain course
for the nebula,

but we'll stay
at Red Alert, and I want

continuous scans
for Borg activity.

I heard what happened.
Are you all right?

I'm fine.

Because if you need
time to rest...

I am in charge
of the duty roster.

It would be inappropriate

to allow our personal
relationship

to affect
your command decisions.

You're right.

This is a time to keep
things professional.

Report.

There's no sign of Borg activity
within a ten light-year radius.

That's good news, crewman.

Yes, sir,

but we shouldn't
underestimate the collective.

The Admiral seems confident
we can make it past them.

Captain Janeway
is more cautious.

Our chances would be good

with one Kathryn Janeway
on the Bridge, but with two...

I'd bet on this ship any day.

If we do make it back to Earth,
what are your plans?

I assume Starfleet
will want to debrief me.

And then, I suppose,
I'll attempt to find

a useful position somewhere.

You?

1 don't know yet, either.

But wherever I end up...

I'm going to make sure it's
in transporter range of you.

I don't want this
whole system crashing

because of one faulty relay.

- Install new ones.
- Yes, ma'am.

And I need an update on
the inductor capacitance.

- B'Elanna.
- Yes, Lieutenant.

Shouldn't you be on the Bridge?

Is there something wrong
with the pilot requesting

a systems report
from the Chief Engineer?

The last report I got

said the com system
was working perfectly.

Okay, you caught me.

I'm checking up on you.

I'm fine.

Your back?

I'm ignoring it.

Well, I would offer to give you
a massage, but then...

everybody would want one.

You know, for a Starfleet
flyboy, you're pretty sweet.

So, how's it going?

This armor technology
that the Admiral brought--

it's incredible.

I hate to sound like Harry,

but we might actually
make it this time.

Well, you don't seem
too happy about that.

Oh, I'm happy.

It's just that I'd actually
gotten used to the idea

of raising our daughter
on Voyager,

and now I might end up
delivering her

at Starfleet Medical
instead of Sick Bay.

Well, that wouldn't
be so bad, would it?

Not as long as you're with me...

and I want the Doctor.

I don't want some stranger.

You would have to take him
off-line to keep him away.

If we do make it home...

where do you think we'll live?

Well, we could always stay
with my parents for a while.

You're right.
Bad idea.

Of course, it probably
doesn't matter to you anyway.

You flyboys are all the same.

You'll probably take the
first piloting assignment

that comes along and leave me
home to change the diapers.

Not a chance.

Bridge to Engineering.

Go ahead, Captain.

Deploy armor.

Yes, ma'am.

Armor integrity at 97 percent.

Tuvok?

Integrity holding at 90 percent.

Maintain course.

They're looking for ways
to adapt.

Port armor integrity
down to 50 percent.

40 percent.

Mr. Paris,
attack pattern Alpha-1.

Target the lead cube

and fire transphasic torpedoes.

Target the second cube.

Distance to the center?

Less than 100,000 kilometers.

What the hell is it?

Mr. Paris, alter course
to enter the aperture

at coordinates 346 by 42.

Belay that.

I asked you a question.

What is it?

The road home.

It's more than that.

It's a transwarp hub.

You once told me there were
only six of them in the galaxy.

That's correct.

You knew this was here,
but you didn't tell me about it.

- Why?
- I'll answer all your questions

once we're back
in the Alpha Quadrant.

Take us out

- of the nebula.
- Captain?

You heard me.

I gave you an order,
Lieutenant-- proceed

to the aperture.

This is my Bridge, Admiral,

and I'll have you removed,
if necessary.

Take us out.

Aye, Captain.

This hub connects with thousands
of transwarp conduits

with end points
in all four Quadrants.

It allows the collective
to deploy vessels

almost anywhere in the galaxy
within minutes.

Of all the Borg's
tactical advantages,

this could be
the most significant.

It's no wonder the Queen
didn't want us in that nebula.

So, how do we destroy it?

The structure is supported by

a series of
interspatial manifolds.

If we could disable
enough of them,

theoretically,
the hub would collapse.

This is a waste of time.

The shielding
for those manifolds

is regulated
from the central nexus

by the Queen herself.

You might be able
to damage one of them

maybe two, but by the time

you moved onto the third,
she'd adapt.

There may be a way to
bring them down simultaneously.

From where, inside the hub?

Voyager would be crushed
like a bug.

What about taking the conduit
back to the Alpha Quadrant

and then destroying the
structure from the other side?

This hub is here.

There's nothing in the Alpha
Quadrant but exit apertures.

While you're all standing around

dreaming up fantasy
tactical scenarios,

the Queen is studying

her scans
of our armor and weapons

and she's probably got
the entire collective

working on a way
to counter them.

So, take the ship back into
that nebula, and go home

before it's too late.

Find a way to destroy that hub.

Let's take a walk.

I want to know why you
didn't tell me about this.

Because I remember
how stubborn

and self-righteous
I used to be.

I figured you might try
to do something stupid.

We have an opportunity

to deal a crippling blow
to the Borg.

It could save millions of lives.

I didn't spend
the last ten years

looking for a way to get
this crew home earlier

so you could throw it all away

on some intergalactic
goodwill mission.

Maybe we should go
back to Sick Bay.

Why, so you can have me sedated?

So I can have the Doctor
reconfirm your identity.

I refuse to believe
I'll ever become

as cynical as you.

Am I the only one
experiencing déja vu here?

What are you talking about?

Seven years ago,

you had the chance to use
the Caretaker's Array

to get Voyager home.

Instead, you destroyed it.

I did what I knew was right.

You chose to put the lives
of strangers

ahead of the lives of your crew.

You can't make
the same mistake again.

You got Voyager home,

which means I will, too.

If it takes a few more years,
then that's...

Seven of Nine is going to die.

What?

Three years from now.

She'll be injured
on an away mission.

She'll make it back to Voyager

and die in the arms
of her husband.

Husband?

Chakotay.

He'll never be the same
after Seven's death,

and neither will you.

If I know
what's going to happen,

I can avoid it.

Seven isn't the only one.

Between this day and the
day I got Voyager home,

I lost 22 crew members.

And then, of course,
there's Tuvok.

What about him?

You're forgetting the Temporal
Prime Directive, Captain.

The hell with it.

Fine.

Tuvok has a degenerative
neurological condition

that he hasn't told you about.

There's a cure
in the Alpha Quadrant,

but if he doesn't get it
in time...

Even if you alter
Voyager's route,

limit your contact
with alien species,

you're going to lose people.

But I'm offering you a chance

to get all of them home
safe and sound, today.

Are you really going
to walk away from that?

Your concern is appreciated,
Captain, but premature.

It will be several years

before the symptoms
become serious.

Until then, the Doctor

can manage my condition
with medication.

Is it true,
what the Admiral said--

that there's a cure
in the Alpha Quadrant?

It is called a fal-tor-voh

and it requires a mind-meld
with another Vulcan.

What about the other
Vulcans on Voyager?

None of them are compatible.

But members of your family are.

If you knew that returning
to the Alpha Quadrant

was your only chance
for recovery...

why didn't you object
when I asked you

to help find a way
to destroy the hub?

My sense of logic
isn't impaired yet.

If we succeed, millions
of lives will be saved.

What about your life?

To quote Ambassador Spock:

"The needs of the many
outweigh the needs of the few."

I appreciate your candor,
Admiral.

But Captain Janeway is
my commanding officer.

1 won't disobey her.

I'm not asking you to.

I simply want you to tell
her that, in your opinion,

destroying the hub is too
risky, the cost too high.

I can't do that.

Even if it means avoiding
the consequences I mentioned?

Now that I know
about those consequences,

they're no longer a certainty.

But even if they were,

my death would be
a small price to pay

for the destruction
of the transwarp network.

I have known you for
a long time, Seven--

longer than you've
known yourself.

You're thinking that
collapsing the network

is an opportunity
to atone for atrocities

you participated in
while you were a drone.

It's time to let go of the past

and start thinking
about your future.

My future is insignificant
compared to the lives

of the people we'd be saving.

You're being selfish.

Selfish?!

I'm talking
about helping others.

Strangers...

in a hypothetical scenario.

I'm talking about real life--

your colleagues, your friends...

people who love you.

Imagine the impact
your death would have on them.

Excuse me, Admiral.

I have work to complete.

Once inside, we'd fire a spread
of transphasic torpedoes.

They'd be programmed to
detonate simultaneously.

If the torpedoes
penetrate the shielding,

the conduits should
begin to collapse

in a cascade reaction.

In order to avoid
the shock wave,

we'd have less than ten seconds
to exit the hub.

A long time ago,
I made a decision

that stranded this crew
in the Delta Quadrant.

I don't regret that decision,

but I didn't know
all of you then,

and Voyager was just a starship.

It's much more than that now.

It's become our home.

I know I could order you
to carry out this plan

and none of you would hesitate

for a second,
but I'm not going to do that.

You know the crewmen
who work under you

and you know what
your own hearts are telling you.

So we're not going
to attempt this

unless everyone
in this room agrees.

No one will think less
of you if you don't.

Captain.

Go ahead, Harry.

I think it's safe to say

that no one on this crew
has been more... obsessed

with getting home than I have.

But...

when I think about

everything we've been
through together

maybe it's not
the destination that matters--

maybe it's the journey.

And if that journey
takes a little longer,

so we can do something
we all believe in,

I can't think of anyplace
I'd rather be

or any people
I'd rather be with.

To the journey.

Hear, hear.

To the journey.

Coffee. Black.

I thought you gave it up.

I've decided to revive
a few of my old habits.

Oh?

What else besides the coffee?

Oh, well...

I used to be
much more idealistic.

I took a lot of risks.

I've been so determined
to get this crew home

for so many years...

that I think I forgot how much
they loved being together

and how loyal they were to you.

It's taken me a few days
to realize it.

This is your ship,

your crew-- not mine.

I was wrong to lie to you,

to think I could talk you
out of something

you'd set your mind to.

You were only trying to do

what you thought was right
for all of us.

Well, you've changed
my mind about that.

And I'd like to help you
carry out your mission.

Maybe together we can
increase our odds.

Maybe we can do more than that.

There's got to be

a way to have our cake
and eat it, too.

We can't destroy the hub
and get Voyager home.

Are you absolutely sure
about that?

There might be a way.

I considered it once,
but it seemed too risky.

That was before you decided
to revive your old habits.

I don't know why
I ever gave this up.

It's about time.

I'm not getting any younger,
you know.

You're sure you want to do this?

No...

but Voyager isn't big enough
for both of us.

Good luck, Admiral.

You, too.

Captain...

I'm glad I got
to know you again.

Any word from the Admiral?

We lost contact as soon
as she entered the hub.

Did the Borg give her
any trouble?

Her vessel was scanned
by several cubes,

but none approached her... sir.

Are we keeping things
professional again today?

Yes, Commander.

You're not joking, are you?

No.

What's wrong?

Nothing.
I'm just... busy.

I think I've gotten to know you
a little better than that.

I'd prefer it if you
didn't speak to me

as though we're
on intimate terms.

We are on intimate terms.

Not anymore.

What the hell is going on?

I've decided to alter

the parameters
of our relationship.

You mind telling me why?

We both have dangerous
occupations.

It's possible one of us

could be seriously
injured or worse.

I believe it's best
to avoid emotional attachments.

Maybe you can just
flip some Borg switch

and shut down your
emotions, but I can't.

I suggest you try.

It will make things
less difficult for you

if any harm should come to me.

Why are you suddenly
so concerned about that?

Is there something
I should know?

The Admiral suggested...

that your feelings for me

will cause you pain
in the future.

I can't allow that to happen.

Seven...

any relationship involves risk

and nobody can guarantee

what's going to happen
tomorrow...

not even an Admiral
from the future.

The only certainty

is how we feel about each other
here and now.

If you think I'm going
to let you end this

because of what might happen...

then you need to get to
know me a little better.

Try to relax, Lieutenant.

Oh, if you tell me
to relax one more time

I'm going to rip your
holographic head off!

I hope you don't intend

to kiss your baby
with that mouth.

Tell me this isn't
another false alarm.

This isn't another false alarm.

I can't believe it.

Oh, believe it.

I might actually win.

What?

The baby pool.

I picked today, 1500 hours.

I'm so glad I could
accommodate you.

Don't celebrate yet.

Klingon labor sometimes
lasts several days.

Of course I'm sure that
won't be the case here.

Bridge to Lieutenant Paris.

We're ready to get underway.

Captain, I'm afraid...

Go.

- But...
- No "buts," flyboy.

If this mission
is going to succeed,

we need our best pilot
at the helm.

Don't worry...

the Doctor will be here with me.

Is there a problem, Mr. Paris?

On my way, Captain.

Let's get this show on the road.

Voyager has altered course.

Current position,
spatial grid 362.

Trajectory 112 mark 5.

I don't know how you do it.

All those voices
talking at once.

You must get terrible headaches.

If you're calling drones
to assimilate me, don't bother.

I don't need drones
to assimilate you.

I'm not actually here,
Your Majesty.

I'm in your mind.

I'm using a synaptic interface.

If I were you,
I wouldn't waste my time

trying to trace the signal.

For the moment, it's
beyond your abilities.

What do you want?

To make a deal.

Captain Janeway thinks I'm here

to help her destroy
your transwarp network.

That's beyond your abilities.

Oh, I know that,

and I tried to explain it
to my naive younger self,

but she wouldn't listen.

She's determined
to bring down that hub.

She'll fail.

Yes.

But she has weapons that
I brought from the future.

I believe you're
familiar with them.

Transphasic torpedoes.

We will adapt.

Eventually...

but not before Voyager
does a great deal of damage.

I'm willing to tell you

how to adapt
to those weapons now.

In exchange... for what?

Send a cube
to tractor Voyager...

and drag them back
to the Alpha Quadrant.

You're asking me to believe

that the incorruptible
Kathryn Janeway

would betray her own crew?

Not betray them.

Save them from themselves.

I brought technology to help
Voyager get home.

but the Captain's arrogant,

self-righteous,

and her officers are so blinded
by loyalty

that they're prepared
to sacrifice their lives

just to deal a crippling blow

to the Borg.

But you'd never try to harm us.

I've become a pragmatist
in my old age.

All I want is to get that crew
back to their families.

You wish to ensure

the well-being
of your collective.

I can appreciate that.

I'll help you.

But it'll cost more
than you're offering.

What do you want?

Your vessel and its database.

I told you, I'll show you
how to adapt to their torpedoes.

Insufficient.

If I let you assimilate
technology from the future

there's no telling how events
would be altered.

You're willing
to alter the future

by getting Voyager home now.

Oh, yes,
but there's a difference.

Do what all good
pragmatists do, Admiral.

Compromise.

All right.

I'll give you the shuttle...

...after Voyager arrives safely
in the Alpha Quadrant.

You've already lied
to your younger self.

How do I know
you're not lying to me?

1 guess you'll just
have to trust me.

That won't be necessary.

You underestimate me, Admiral.

While we've been talking,

my drones have triangulated
your signal.

Computer, deactivate
the interface.

Deploy armor.

Very clever.

Hiding right on my doorstep.

Were you planning to attack us
from inside the Unicomplex?

Not feeling talkative?

You and I don't need words
to understand each other.

Take us in.

Aye, Captain.

Voyager has entered
aperture 823.

Access transwarp corridor
zero-nine.

Redirect vessels to intercept
at subjunct...

...corridor nine...

Must be something
you assimilated.

What have you done?

I thought we didn't need words
to understand each other.

You've infected us...

with a neurolytic pathogen.

Just enough...

to bring chaos to order.

The Admiral succeeded, Captain.

The conduit's shielding
is destabilizing.

Now, Mr. Tuvok.

Voyager will be destroyed.

They're ahead of the shock wave.

They'll survive.

Captain Janeway and I
made sure of that.

It's you

who underestimated us.

Sphere 634.

They can still hear my thoughts.

I may have assimilated
your pathogen...

...but I also assimilated
your armor technology.

Captain Janeway is about to die.

If she has no future,
you will never exist,

and nothing that you've done
here today will happen.

What the hell is it?

A transwarp aperture.

It's less than
a light-year from Earth.

How many Borg vessels?

We can't get a clear reading,

but the graviton emissions
are off the scale.

I want every ship in range

to converge on
those coordinates now.

Yes, Admiral.

Aft armor is down
to six percent.

Hull breaches
on Decks 6 through 12.

I can't stay ahead of them,
Captain.

The armor is failing.

Where's the nearest aperture?

Approximately 30 seconds ahead,

but it leads back
to the Delta Quadrant.

Mr. Paris,
prepare to adjust your heading.

Yes, ma'am.

We've got 18 ships in position.

Nine more on the way.

Open a channel.

Open, sir.

This is Admiral Paris.

Use all necessary force.
I repeat, all necessary force.

Sir, there's a vessel
coming through.

Mr. Paris, what's our position?

Right where we expected to be.

The transwarp network
has been obliterated, Captain.

We'll celebrate later.

Mr. Tuvok...

Cease fire!

We did it.

We're being hailed.

On screen.

Sorry to surprise you.

Next time, we'll call ahead.

Welcome back.

It's good to be here.

How did you...?

It'll all be in my report, sir.

I look forward to it.

Thanks for your help,
Admiral Janeway.

Sick Bay to the Bridge.

Doctor to Lieutenant Paris.

There's someone here
who'd like to say hello.

You better get down there, Tom.

Yes, ma'am.

Mr. Chakotay...

the helm.

Aye, Captain.

Set a course...

for home.