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Doctor's personal log.

Stardate 869372.1.

"The sky is beginning to
show some streaks of light

over in the east."

How many dawns have I seen?

Alone, while most of the
crew is on the verge of waking,

with a new perspective
granted by a good night's rest.

It's an illusion, I want to say.

I was here the whole time,
and nothing has changed.

But time is their beast.

Time is my beast.

It bites us differently.

Cadet tarima sadal
is returning to us today

after having made a full
recovery from her coma.

The betazoids have given her
a new evolved neuro-inhibitor

that will allow her
to control her abilities

without risk of self-harm.

The decision has been
made to transfer her

to starfleet academy for
the remainder of her studies.

While her body has healed,

her mind and spirit will
likely take more time.

Cadet sadal, welcome.

The doctor and I wanted
to be here at your arrival.

Yes, chancellor. I
assume that's why you're...

That's why we're
here, of course.

I'm sure having
starfleet council,

chancellor kelrec and myself

make the decision
to relocate you

from the war college
to starfleet academy

must be challenging.

Cadet sadal,

the extraordinary empathic
abilities you displayed

on the miyazaki saved
lives, at great personal cost.

However, your network
of mirror neurons

will not survive
another such incident.

You exist in an
intricate balance.

Sir.

Commitment to a specialty
in science or research

is Paramount to your safety.

That wouldn't have been
possible at the war college.

I-I understand
the decision, sir.

We offer counseling and support.

Let us know what you need.

What?

You gonna do something?

Yeah, thought so.

Man, it's feeling pretty
combustible in here.

Guys, I'm picking up an
unusual spike in pyroxene...

No shit, we're in an
asteroid field, ocam!

Panic will lead
us to destruction.

The cadets are
struggling to get along.

The lasting effects of the
miyazaki are still with us.

We need to alter our course.

We need to power up our shields.

Who is giving the orders here?

You're supposed to
be working together.

Unidentified contact incoming.

Yeah, no kidding.

- We're all gonna die!
- It's a comet.

What do you want me to do?

- Aft thrusters.
- Fore thrusters which one is it?

Neither! Are you
seriously asking that?

Catastrophic damage.

All crew lost.
Simulation complete.

Congratulations.

That was a spectacular
failure of teamwork.

Everyone, get the hell off
the bridge now. Thank you.

Trauma counseling
doesn't seem to be enough.

Our kids need more help.

We need some
serious reinforcements.

Do you think we ought...
I do think, we do ought,

and I'm already
trying something weird.

Buckle up, she's gonna
be here any minute.

Hey. Why are we here?

Unclear. My padd redirected me.

Mine, too.

- Are you all right?
- I am fine.

So, I was moving
our stuff this morning,

and I dropped your
toothbrush in the toilet.

- What? Gross.
- Sorry.

Why were you moving our stuff?

Well, 'cause tarima's
gonna room with us.

I saw it on the roster,
so... wait. Here?

Tarima's coming here?

You're all still asleep.

Wakey, wakey,
raktajino and bakey.

Eyes up, cadets.

I'm lieutenant Sylvia tilly.

I'm on rotation in the beta
quadrant with the third-years.

However, per the chancellor,

this class has been mandated
for you, so you get me early.

Cadet reymi, lieutenant.

May I ask what course this is?

Theater.

Sorry, lieutenant,
what does theater have

- anything to do with...
- Eight out of ten cadets

ask that question.

The other two become captains.

- But captains don't do...
- What if I told you

that theater is one of
the most powerful tools

for social and political change?

Theater is statecraft.

Statecraft is theater.

It's the kind of stuff
you overachievers get all

hot and bothered
over, so chew on that

till you get it and it
changes your life.

Please change
my life, lieutenant.

Find a play.

I'll select one that
suits our purposes.

We will read it out
loud, discuss, dissect,

and for those of
you still bristling

with confusion and/or
resentment, I don't care.

- Fail this, fail the semester.
- What?

So get excited, little chickens.

Tomorrow, we theater.

I just switched from
klingon musical theater

to 20th-century
earth melodramas.

This is incredible.

I'm halfway through.

Which play?

All of them.

I love plays.

- Okay.
- They're art.

They-they didn't exist

until they came out
of someone's brain.

It's like this pillow.

This pillow is the manifestation
of somebody's creative impulse.

Th-this pillow is theater.

Sorry.

I've learned that I am a lot.

On a good day,
I'm a little bit much.

On rare occasions...
I'm "whoa, Sam!"

"Slow to impulse.

"I'm not even up yet, and I just
can't with your midday energy

before I even pull my
underwear out of my butt."

- True story.
- Don't apologize.

Honestly, you're
the first person here

who's not looking at
me like I'm a total freak.

Have you... laughed
before now? I mean, since...

Since you've been here?

Yeah, it's confusing.

Something happens,
something... big.

And... it's with
you all the time,

but you just have
to keep living.

And you still find reasons
to laugh, which is absurd.

It-it feels like... doesn't
feel like anything.

Sorry.

No.

Sam, i'm-I'm sorry.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

I'm good.

I'm good.

Lieutenant Sylvia tilly.

Well, the rumor's
true. She's here.

You know, I could
feel it in my teeth.

Like, right at the
back of my molars.

They started to hurt like
after you eat cookie dough.

It's okay to love...

Is it? Your relentless
optimism is nightmarish.

We are the women time forgot.

Optimism is me paddling
my freaking canoe.

- What are we having?
- Something with a proof.

Yeah.

I, I read about the miyazaki.

How are they?

Right in the thick of it.

How does that saying go?

"It's not the load that breaks
you but how you carry it"?

They have no
idea how to carry it.

None. That's why I called you.

They need serious
trauma counseling

without knowing it's
trauma counseling.

Yes.

I need you to work
your magic with them.

Well, ambition will get some
of them to at least participate.

Others have, understandably,
lost their metric.

Tarima.

Been there.

What got you guys through?

Starfleet.

I'll remember that.

I was starting to think
this whole endeavor is just

too much, too soon.

Nobody's ever ready, captain.

Have you met Sam?

Favorite.

So joyful.

Ode to joy?

Yeah, baby.

You were one of
them not so long ago.

Bring them to port, lieutenant.

Aye, captain.

Hey.

You adjusting?

Look, I sound like an asshole,

but I don't really
know what to say.

Do you need anything?

Why can't you look at me?

What am I looking for exactly?

At the climax,

as the rival house
eats the warrior stew,

you learn that
they've been served...

They've been served the
hearts and the quadri-testicles

of their fathers before them.

Blood slashes
ankle-deep on the stage,

and there is rejoicing
throughout the land.

Okay.

Yes, just so powerful,
and just well-told.

I do love me some klingon opera.

The, the passion, the
intrigue, the murder.

So much murder.

Bless you.

- Are you sick?
- I am embattled with jaqh-vod.

He means to say he's got a cold
that he refuses to take care of.

- Might be contagious.
- Jay-den,

you're excused from this class.

Please return to your
quarters and quarantine

until this runs its course.

Yes, lieutenant.

Best of luck to you all
in your future endeavors.

- Okay, who's next?
- Me, me, me.

- Me, me, me.
- Sam.

Yes-yes-yes-yes. Hello,
hello. My name is Sam.

My play is from ancient earth.

It's a thousand years old.

It's called our town
by Thornton Wilder.

It's about not much.

Small town, little moments,
but I must be developing instinct

because it's about something
else at the same time.

- Something bigger.
- No.

Jay-den's hearts
and testicles comedy

sounds way more interesting.

It-it's just people in
these tiny moments.

Emily and George.

They are kids, and
they're teens in love,

and then they get married.

She dies, and then she tries

- to get back to the way she...
- How is this relevant

to... I don't know...
Flying a starship?

Well, it's relevant to
people, to organics.

Something about
their essential nature.

Something I love. I
can't articulate it exactly,

but it's real.

And has something to do
with a sort of hopeful defiance.

Does that make sense?

Absolutely.

I know that play. It's perfect.

Sam, you'll read Emily?

Yeah?

- May I?
- Y... y... thanks.

- Ocam... -Stage manager.
- Sick.

Caleb... George.

Genesis... George's
mom Mrs. Gibbs.

I'm your mom?

I'm so horrified, I don't
even know what to say.

You lost a step, mir. No
shame, but a little bit of shame.

Okay.

This quote. "The
life of the village

against the life of the stars."

Tarima, what do
you think that means?

Well, this is an ancient play,

so they hadn't figured
out a star's life cycle yet,

but earth was on
the verge of a war,

and they knew a
village had... it had a life

and a final day.

Yes, but finality... is...

Doctor.

- Incoming cadet.
- Sam?

Immediate attention required.

Stand back, give her space.

Sam, Sam, hey, wake up.

Where's the doctor?

Sam!

Full system scan in progress.

The patch the holo-engineers
made has been failing for weeks.

Why is this the first
you've come to me?

Describe the glitches, please.

It feels like...
Falling into myself

and watching a machine try to
function with no one in control.

You're not a machine, Sam.

Malfunction detected.

Full system scan complete.

How we doing?

Her processors have
been overloading for weeks.

Ever since the miyazaki.

Despite her repeated visits
to the holo-spa, it persists.

The overloads
cause the glitches.

Each glitch triggers
her reset circuit,

which overloads,
causing another glitch.

It's self-generating.

- A loop.
- Okay.

So how do we break it?

Why are my processors
overloading at all?

I don't know.

I don't know how
to fix you, Sam.

Could we go to kasq?

Kasq.

The makers are on kasq.

Kasq is a world of photonics.

It's not part of the federation.

We couldn't keep tabs on you,

and there's no
way of guaranteeing

they'd let you return.

Provided you want
to come back. Do you?

All right.

Photonic or not,

they'll have a harder time
if she has escorts, doctor.

Federation escorts.

We'll take you, Sam. Both of us.

I'll ready the transport.

Suit up.

Shuttle five has been
cleared for departure.

Good luck, chancellor.

I can't believe she just left.

Yeah, it must be serious.

I guess they couldn't
waste any time.

You got the play and I
got a... I got a toothbrush?

Hey, you can be Emily.

Yeah, well, Sam
wanted you, so...

Don't be a dick.

Yeah.

Tarima, I understand
you'll be our Emily now?

Great. Okay.

I want to jump
around a little bit today,

so, act two, the wedding
of Emily and George.

Lieutenant, it's hard to
focus on whatever this is...

Yeah, we don't even know
what's going on with Sam.

- Yeah.
- Right now.

No one's telling
us anything, so...

- I don't know.
- Sam is headed to her world.

Other than that,
don't speculate.

It'll hurt more than it helps,

and you have a task
at hand, so, page 74.

George and Emily arrive at
the church for their wedding,

both trying to get out of it.

Cadet ocam?

"Emily, wearing
her wedding veil...

"She, too, draws back,

frightened when she
sees the congregation."

Emily?

"I never felt so
alone in my whole life.

"And George over there,
looking so..." I hate him.

I wish I were dead."

Wow, okay. "I don't
want to get married."

"Why can't I stay for
a while just as I am?"

For real, lieutenant,

- why does...?
- None of us know what this scene's about.

None of us care.

Sam cares.

Don't be the captain
who tears down.

Be the captain who lifts up.

And what do you
think it means, cadet?

There's an expectation
on them... to get married...

And be happy...

But they leave it too
long before saying...

What they want.

Who they really want.

Surprisingly real.

I think there's a
little more there.

Anyone?

Mir?

I don't know, maybe he doesn't
want what he's supposed to want.

The things everyone
else seems to want.

Good. Tarima.

Emily says she
hates George. Why?

She loved him seconds
before this moment,

so now she's
never felt so alone?

Sorry, can't someone
just not want to do this?

What's this?

This, all-all of this.

And not be some epic
mental health crisis?

Do you believe
Emily is that simple?

No, but maybe it's
just one moment

and-and she's not trying to...

Pull herself apart looking
for some bullshit trauma.

Cadet, you're sailing
perilously close to the wind.

Sorry, lieutenant.

Okay. Okay, let's
get back to the play?

Stage manager, the
only character who exists

both inside and
outside of the play.

What do we think?

Cadet ocam?

Tell us more about
your world, Sam.

I know kasq exists in a unique

configuration of space-time.

Yes, with an extreme
gravitational gradient,

so time passes faster there.

Every three days on earth
equals five years on kasq.

Voyager encountered
a similar planet,

except with a
tachyon core... gotana.

I experienced an
entire lifetime there

in what was 18
minutes for the ship.

The makers moved to kasq

once the organics who
created them died out.

Then they cut off contact
with the entire universe.

Thought it was safer.

They made you.

Their emissary.

Here to serve.

Lot to carry, kid.

How would your world perceive

an ancient hologram who
has spent his entire existence

on starfleet ships?

I told you, as the ideal mentor.

Even... even if you
haven't been the greatest,

- let's be honest now...
- That was never my purpose.

I'm trying to approach
this diagnostically.

I don't have time for
any other nonsense.

It isn't nonsense. It's my life.

A-And-and I need
to talk nonsense

because if I'm talking,
it means I'm not gone

without having ever lived.

You know, you know,
you know what I want?

I want to fall on my butt
a-and die of humiliation

and then have my-my best
friend make me feel better.

I want, I want t-to
change my mind six times

before ordering,
and I don't even eat.

I-I-I want to be a rebel,

like Caleb, like-like
the chancellor.

I want to fall in love.

Have you ever been in love?

Can-can you answer?

Sam.

- Don't tell me it's nonsense.
- Sam,

you need to calm down.

- You need to rest.
- I got it.

I got it. I'm fine. I got it.

I'm fine.

Series acclimation mil.

Sleep mode.

Incoming message
from tarima sadal.

Got your message.

So it would seem.

Aren't you gonna say anything?

I'm not a mind reader.

I just...

Don't want to say
the wrong thing.

I am, though.

A mind reader.

You used to get jokes.

I'm a little distracted by your
old-timey gunslinger walk.

Are you supposed to
drink with your new thing?

Tears of kressari.

The ambassador gave it
to my dad. Now it's mine.

They age it in barrels made
from native wood that are launched

into orbit and float
there for, like, a century.

Did you know wood
can survive in space?

One shot gives you a nice
buzz. Two gets you wasted.

Three lands you in
medbay, but happy ending.

'Cause I got this.

My brand-new,
noninvasive neuro-inhibitor.

So I can't hurt anybody.

To my inhibitor.

I...

I missed you.

Yeah, I got your message.

Guess it took you
a while to send it.

Look, I know what it's like
to be here and not want to be.

But over time you sort
of give into it, and it's...

And then it's like...

Like the warm release
of hypothermia. Yeah.

Yeah, exactly.

It's like a blockade of
excitotoxic mechanisms

and cerebral blood flow.

You fight it till what's
left of your brain

dilates its blood vessels,
and then, next thing you know,

your bed is made
so warm and tight,

it'd survive the
vacuum of space.

Bit different when
everyone looks at you

like you're a grenade.

Put your hand on my mouth.

What?

Put your hand on my mouth.

I'm gonna say "excitotoxic."

Excitotoxic.

- That really tickles.
- Excitotoxic.

Excitotoxic.

Okay. Stop.

- Stop. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- What?

You're drunk. You're drunk.

Scared of the head-melting girl?

Let's stop.

Tarima.

You've been pursuing me, though.

So what's that about?

You're kind of intrigued by the
monster version? You're like,

"I want to get as close
as possible to the abyss,"

"touch it, know I touched
it, and then run away"

because the abyss is real

and a monster actually
isn't really your vibe.

This isn't you.

How would you know?

Why don't you go find Genesis,

now that you're a good
little academy boy?

Hurting me is not gonna
make you feel any better.

Incorrect.

I feel fantastic.

"Have you any
comments, Mr. Webb?"

"Very ordinary
town, if you ask me."

"A little better
behaved than most."

Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.

- Easy, easy. I got you.
- Sorry.

- No. I got you, I got you.
- No. No.

I'm sorry. I...

I'm holding
something against you.

You look exactly like
this girl I grew up with.

She was so patriotic.

She used to sing this ancient

betazoid anthem at the
talent show every year,

and it was like... it
had, like, this, like,

pop to it. It was like... whoa.

Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Okay, okay. Careful, careful.

One night at this party...

She got stuck in a tube slide.

And she was never
the same again.

Okay, okay.

Wow.

Come on. You're so close.

Yeah.

I wish I could go back
to war college tarima.

Before everything...

Before everything went to shit.

I could make choices
back then, you know?

I was so many things back then.

Feels like a lifetime ago.

Now I'm just...

This, I guess.

No.

You are just on your
way to the next you.

Maybe we all are.

You're so nice.

No wonder Caleb likes you.

We're just friends.

Yeah.

I guess...

From the bunker, I never
saw what kind of friends.

You're like a port in the storm.

You know? I can't be that.

For anyone.

This pillow's so ugly.

Yeah.

Now playing tosca,
"e lucevan le stelle."

I've been reading
that play she chose.

I don't fully understand it yet,

but the character of the
stage manager interests me.

He exists outside of time.

Outside the story
as he passes by.

Like us.

Like her.

You think that's
why she chose it?

Perhaps.

It's curious that the play
begins and ends in darkness.

The author
specifically instructed

half-light, no scenery or
props, just muted minimalism.

An absence of color until

a character has a
chance to truly... look back.

A moment as it
happens is just a moment,

but when it becomes a memory,

blistering with context,
emotion, nostalgia, regret,

that's when color
suddenly erupts onstage.

A way of saying it's the
mundane things that...

Mean everything.

Kasq.

Where are we?

What is this?

You are the doctor.

We have heard many
stories about you.

The photonic being who
has lived among organics

for nine centuries.

We scanned your memories
and recreated your home

to make you feel
at ease among us.

You are the makers.

We do not Grant
access to our world,

but we understand these are
extraordinary circumstances.

Series acclimation
mil, step forward.

Since we no longer
communicate with regularity,

we were surprised to hear
from starfleet of your malfunction.

Do you trust us to swarm?

What does "swarm" mean?

They take over my system
and examine all my data.

We need to identify the
primary cause of the malfunction.

As the doctor has determined,

the issue is more severe
than a faulty emitter.

Doctor, will you, will-will
you, will you hold my hand?

Please?

I'm ready.

Do not panic.

Trust. We are her now,

and we will access
series acclimation mil's

aural memories.

It feels like
falling into myself.

And watching a machine try to
function with no one in control.

My music teacher once
asked me why I chose

to learn the theremin.

I think, because
it feels like me.

Y-You're our first
holographic student.

The first of our kind...
As my new mentor...

- No.
- Please.

I'm no one's mentor.

No one's mentor.
No one's mentor.

No one's mentor.

What's happening to her?

Is she dying?

Searching... searching...
Searching... searching...

All right, act three.

Okay, yesterday we were
talking about George and Emily.

Why do you guys think that
the idea of marriage is suddenly

so painful for each of them?

Caleb?

Emily says, "why can't I
stay for a while just as I am?"

Because...

They know that the person
that they are right now...

They're trying
to stop the train.

It's moving too fast,
and they're not ready.

On the other side, everything
is gonna be different.

They're so angry.

Yeah. Angry about what?

I guess, that there's no choice.

- You can't stay how you are.
- Yeah.

And you can't go back.

Tarima, is there something
more interesting over there?

Are you guys serious?

- Can't you see what she's doing?
- What am I doing?

She's pushing and pushing
us until we bleed our trauma

all over the floor, so she can

pat herself on the back
for doing a good job.

That's right. I'm doing
this for the applause.

No, I get it. You went
through something,

and now you want everyone
to let you do your thing.

Which is what, exactly?

Well, while you're
figuring that out,

your friends are trying
to talk about something.

It's not them, it's you.

And you weren't even
there. You can't know.

Yeah, but we were, t.

I'm exhausted from playing this
game of being okay when I'm not.

We're not.

The walls of this
place don't even look

the same anymore.

Okay, great, great,
so let's read a play

about a girl who dies

so that we'll all be
okay with people dying.

It's okay that Emily's
a ghost 'cause, what,

she learns some
lesson about life?

What's the lesson?

- Stop.
- No. What is the lesson?

I don't have to
tell you anything.

Actually, you do.

If you want to fail me, fail me.

Really? That's your preference?

That's how desperate
you are not to engage?

You don't know
anything about me.

I know you really don't
want to be the ghost girl.

Ghost girl?

I wanted to go to
the war college.

I was...

I was making friends there.

I was making a new life.

I knew who I wanted to be there.

And then I came back, and
everything was just gone.

I didn't even have a choice.

People won't even
look me in the eye

when I walk down the hall here.

No one wants to touch me.

You think I'm afraid of playing
a ghost in some stupid play?

I'm already the ghost girl.

No, you're not.

You're not, because
you came back.

- Stop.
- That's the whole deal.

That is, that's the fight...
To keep coming back.

That's what Sam loved
so much about this play.

That's why she
gave you this part.

But you can hold both.

- You have to.
- Please... tarima.

I am so sorry about
what happened.

I am... so sorry.

But the difference
between you and Emily is,

you're not a ghost.

You get to come back.

I think everybody
here wants you to.

I can't.

The damage is beyond repair.

There is no saving her.

- What?
- This is not an acceptable conclusion.

You'll just let this child go?

What took us two
centuries to build,

you killed in 209 days.

Your world did this. Not ours.

We will not send an
emissary back to the slaughter.

We know all we need to know.

This ends now.

Series acclimation mil.

Terminate.

Tarima.

She, she won't stay.

I know she won't.

What about Sam?

They should have told
us something by now.

- The fact that they have not means...
- No, don't.

She...

She left me this before leaving.

Why?

Because that's just Sam.

Sometimes she talks
Thornton Wilder and other times

she gives you a toothbrush
to say "I love you,"

because to her, toothbrushes
are just that awesome.

I wish she was here right now.

Do you think she knew?

How bad it was?

I think she knew.

She knew.

The stuff lieutenant
tilly was talking about,

trying to find a
way to hold both...

That's what Sam was doing
when she picked the play.

And we were
too shitty to get it,

but she knew that doing
it, reading it, whatever...

That was her hopeful defiance.

- It was her fighting back.
- It was her holding both.

"No curtain. No scenery.

The audience arriving sees
an empty stage in half-light..."

- Ocam, come on, man.
- What are you doing?

"The stage manager enters"
and begins placing a table

and three chairs
downstage left."

"When the auditorium is
in complete darkness..."

"He speaks."

I owe you an explanation

for why I couldn't
hold your hand.

Why I couldn't do...
So many things.

I once made holograms like us.

I made a family.

I had a daughter, belle.

I watched her pass
when she was a child.

Daddy?

It was 800 years ago.

Will you stay with me?

It was yesterday.

I'll stay right here.

I promise.

From the moment you
first walked up to me

at the opera club booth

with the sweetest,
most hopeful smile...

I saw my daughter...

And the way she used to smile.

I simply couldn't risk it.

Feeling that lost again.

Lost.

I'm sorry I couldn't
take your hand.

I just... I thought
I could survive,

but... here we are.

Hello?

Are you still here?

We are, and we hear
your distress, doctor.

We are not refusing to
fix series acclimation mil.

We simply cannot.

Why? You started
with a version of Sam.

Can't you go back to it?

Her neurological pathways

have developed beyond
our understanding.

When we created her, we
chose not to program her

with preexistent
memories or experiences.

We wanted an unbiased,
optimal photonic.

But... without the
experiences of,

well, growing up, she would have

no context to understand
her emotions, no...

Capacity for resilience.

That's why her
processors overloaded.

It wasn't the hit she took on
the miyazaki that killed her.

It was the rippling of damage
to her system afterwards.

The trauma flooded her.

You didn't give her the
programming to process it.

Then we failed her, too.

Resilience.

We learn that in childhood.

But she never had one.

What if they could
rebuild Sam...

And give her what she needed?

A childhood?

Theoretically, but...
As they have adapted

to their unique
space-time continuum here,

they have no need or
experience of childhood.

Then she'd need something more.

She'd need someone.

A parent.

No.

You...

Have been pushing her
away and pushing her away.

I am not the one.

Well, you're fighting
pretty hard to prove it.

And I'll tell you right
now, if it was me?

Please stop.

The only thing that allows
me to bear my infinity

is not having to love anyone.

You mean not having
to love anyone again.

You are correct.

I am a coward.

No more than me.

But we're here... now.

It's time for you to
stop telling the story.

Be a part of it.

I got it from here.

Hello?

Hello?

Yes, doctor.

I will parent her. Here.

On kasq.

Let me.

If you really want to fix her.

By earth's clock,

17 years will take mere
days, and when we return,

only a few weeks
will have passed.

You understand the
implications, doctor?

She will be different.

She will have two
sets of memories:

One from her first
life... the 209 days

she spent at
starfleet academy...

And one from her second...

The 17 years growing
up here with you.

She has a strong will.

And many champions to guide her.

She never gave up on me.

I'm not giving up on her again.

Please.

Yes, doctor.

The morning star always
gets wonderful bright

the minute before it has to go.

Doesn't it?

Well, as I said,
it's about dawn,

and another day's begun.

There's doc Gibbs coming
down main street now.

Coming back from that baby case.

I got you.

That's it, up we go.

Sweetheart.

This is Mrs. Webb's garden.

Just like Mrs. Gibbs'.

Only it's got a lot
more sunflowers.

Nice town.

You know what I mean?

This is the way we were...

In our growing up
and in our marrying.

Would you be...? I
mean, could you be...?

And in our living.

We all know how it is.

Time and sunny days.

Rainy days.

Yeah. Even the stars disappear.

Still, everybody
knows in their bones...

I love you, honey.

That something...
I love you, too.

Is eternal.

All that was going on,
and we never noticed.

Do any human beings ever
realize life while they live it?

I mean, every, every minute?

As the poet said,

you've got to love
life to have life,

and you've got to
have life to love life.

Goodbye to clocks ticking.

And mama's sunflowers.

And food and coffee...

And new-ironed
dresses and hot baths

and sleeping and waking up.

Loving that boy...

And a stupid, ugly pillow...

From the sweetest
girl we ever knew.

I can't look at
everything hard enough.

Well done, red.

Hey, you'll have to join me

on one of my adventures
one of these days.

The third-years could
use a little Reno in their life.

If I may, it's so, so
good to have you back.

They really need you.

The little zygotes?

Engineering team
two, cargo bay one.

Thank you, lieutenant.

Anytime, captain.

- Back soon?
- Hell yes.

See you, kiddo.

"The life of the village
against the life of the stars."

We're the village.

Made up of tiny moments
that'll get swallowed

by big ones, and...

The only thing we
know for sure is that

one day we'll all be gone.

We know, but...

We keep going.

Maybe that's what
makes it matter.

Everything that
happened, it's not your fault.

But you know
that already, and...

Doesn't make it feel any
different, so why bother, right?

Why, indeed?

I'll see you soon, cadet sadal.

Guys, okay, look...

Captain ake's personal log.

Stardate 869408.67.

Sam and the doctor lived
17 years in two earth weeks.

They're not the only ones.

As the play ends,

the stage manager once
again takes the stage

and bids everyone goodbye.

"There are the
stars doing their old,

old crisscross
journeys in the sky."

"Scholars haven't
settled the matter yet,

"but they seem to think there
are no living beings up there.

"Just chalk or fire.

"Only this one is
straining away...

Straining away all the time
to make something of itself."

Life is a heartbreaking,
gorgeous blip in the universe.

Everything matters
and nothing does.

What has always been certain:

Time is both forever
and achingly finite.

But what a shame it would
be not to live every moment.

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