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Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 47254.1.

A delegation of the cairn
have just come on board.

This telepathic species
has no concept of spoken language

and is being instructed in its use
by an old friend.

I don't know what they have done
without me.

First, I had to learn
how they communicate.

- It was an exhausting process.
- It must have been.

Quite different
from betazoid telepathy.

We transmit words.

With the cairn, it's, uh... it's images.
Uh, a flood of them.

All at the same time.

- It's overwhelming.
- I can imagine.

Actually, it's a very efficient way
of communicating.

If two cairn
were having this conversation,

it would have been
over minutes ago.

Really?

Of course they realize that they'll
want to communicate verbally

if they join the federation.

Do me a favor.

Introduce yourself to one of them.
Engage them in conversation.

- They need the practice.
- I'd be happy to.

It's called a visor.

It enables me to see.

Like my vocal enhancer.

It helps me make sounds.

Well, I see you've already met
my star pupil.

Hedril's picked up spoken language
much faster than the others.

It is often the case
that children learn languages

more easily than adults.

Deanna was quite good at languages
when she was little.

- Uh, where is Deanna?
- Well, she must be here somewhere.

Hedril, darling...

What?

Um, go find your father, dear.

I wanna talk to him.

Mrs. Troi?

Oh, I'm just a little tired. Heh.

This constant telepathy
with the cairn, um...

No, I'm... I'm fine, really.

Man 1: Thank you.
Man 2: Go ahead, sir.

Aren't you going to mingle,
Mr. Worf?

I do not care for telepaths.

They make me uneasy.

Oh, don't worry.

The cairn couldn't read your thoughts
even if they wanted to.

Your brain
isn't sophisticated enough.

Neither is yours, dear.

They can only communicate
with other telepaths.

Have either of you seen Deanna?

She was working,
but she said she would be...

Speak of the devil.

Sorry I'm late.
I lost track of the time.

Deanna, dear, come with me.

I want you to meet the senior diplomat
of the cairn delegation.

Maques, this is the beautiful daughter
I've been telling you about, Deanna.

Pleased to...

Pleased to meet you.

That is it.
Pleased to meet you, Deanna.

Good. Well, I'll just
let you young people chat.

Well, maques,
what do you think of the enterprise?

Oh. Um...

It is beautiful.

Comfortable also.

- I'm glad you think so.
- Um...

There is another word
that describes it. Mm...

Agh.

But I cannot remember.

You've learned a great deal
in a very short time.

I'm sure it won't be long
before your words do justice

to your thoughts.

Your mother told me of your need.

Need?

Um, heh.

A moment.

You need a husband.

I need a wife.

Picard:
Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship enterprise.

Its continuing mission:
To explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one
has gone before.

Oh, Deanna.

Good morning.
So, what did you think of maques?

Why did you do that, mother?
You embarrassed both of us.

Oh, he's really very sweet
and lonely.

Poor man. A widower.

- Raising a child alone.
- Mother, don't start.

I just think it's time
for you to settle down.

And if your father were still alive,
I'm sure he'd say the same thing.

Troi: Deck 8.

Lwaxana:
But you'll do exactly what you want.

- Just like always.
- Mother, stop it.

Are you coming?

What's wrong?

You are so precious to me.

You're all I've got.

Oh, if something happened to you,
I don't know what I'd do.

Nothing's going to happen to me.

Heh. You better go.

My first appointment
isn't for a few minutes.

Why don't we talk for a while?

No, I'm fine.

I'm just tired
from working with the cairn.

It's making me emotional.

Are you sure?

Go on.

I'll see you later.

Go on.

Maques.

I must apologize for yesterday.

- You don't have to.
- My words...

They were confused.

It wasn't your fault.

Please.

My mother misled you.

Not in everything.

She has an image of you

in her mind.

She shared it with me.

You are even more beautiful.

The way my people communicate,

it is direct.

Nothing is hidden.

Yes?

Your mother is the first
to learn our telepathy.

You mean, you've never had telepathy
with someone who wasn't cairn?

To communicate with her
is very different.

In what way?

Always, there is a part
of her that, um...

A part of her that is dark.

A part of her that...

Cannot be seen.

Do you understand?

I'm not sure.

Have you asked my mother
about this?

Um, she called it...

A moment.

"Privacy."

Of course.

You said among the cairn,
nothing is hidden.

We value honesty, but we don't
always share everything

we're thinking and feeling.

This is privacy?

It is normal?

For us, yes.

If this is your way,

I am relieved.

It is our way.

I will leave now.

I'm glad you stopped by.

I'm glad to have stopped also.

I was all set
for another round of arguing

when all of a sudden,
she just fell apart.

She's under a lot of stress.

She's preparing the cairn
to meet with the federation council.

It's more than that.

I'm sensing some very
erratic emotions from her.

Even the clothes she's wearing
are unusual.

They're so subdued.

Maybe you just need to sit
and talk with her for a minute.

Lwaxana: Commander.

Take your hands off her.

- Mrs. Troi.
- Don't you "Mrs. Troi" me.

- Mother.
- Why don't you leave her alone?

If it weren't for you,
she'd be married by now.

- That's enough.
- Now, I am warning you!

Stay away from my daughter!

- You're coming with me.
- No.

Oh, I don't know what got into me.

Please, tell will how sorry I am.

You're fine, but your psilosynine levels
are a little low.

- Psilo-what? Hmm?
- It's a neurotransmitter

- involved in telepathy.
- Oh.

It's been depleted
by your work with the cairn.

You're going to have to try to avoid
telepathic communication for a while.

- I can't. — why?

Well, we only have three days left,
and, oh, well,

the cairn have so much to learn.

Lwaxana, I'm sorry,

but you're going to have
to take some time and rest.

Maybe I can help with the cairn.

No. You're only half betazoid, dear.

And you have no experience
with their form of telepathy.

Then I won't use telepathy.

We'll work verbally.

I suppose we could do that.

If they don't understand something,
I'll explain it to them telepathically.

No. You'll work verbally too.

The point is for you to get
some rest, mother.

Besides, it will do them good
to have to figure things out with words.

Heh.

I suppose you're right.

This is the ship's arboretum.

Arbor means "tree."

Very good, hedril.

This is where people come to relax.

Enjoy themselves
in a natural setting.

Flowers of all hue
and without Thorn the Rose

it's an old earth poem
by John Milton.

Please, what is a poem?

Poetry is an art form
that uses words

put together in new
and unexpected ways.

Sometimes in rhyme.

Milton was speculating that in heaven,
roses wouldn't have thorns.

Heaven?

Oh, um... heaven is...

Well, it's, um...

How can I put it?

I see, thank you. Heaven.

Mother, you're supposed to be
avoiding telepathy.

Ah. I'm only trying to help, dear.

You don't look well.

I'm just tired.

Maybe I'll sit down.

Don't worry. She'll be fine.

This is something
I think you'll find interesting.

It's a Jewel plant from folar III.

The plant secretes a resin
which is collected within the blossom.

By the time the bloom has faded,
the resin has hardened

into a rare and beautiful gem.

Troi to sickbay.
Medical emergency in the arboretum.

Crusher: She's not responding
to cortical stimulation.

I'm not sure what else I can do.

I don't understand.

She was fine just yesterday.

It's so strange.

It's almost as if her brain
has shut itself down.

Is there a physiological cause?

I'm running a sub-neural scan.

As far as I can see,
there's no tissue damage,

no neurochemical imbalance,
no sign of infection, nothing.

Yet her neural activity
is practically nonexistent.

The only exception
is in the paracortex.

Activity there is almost off the scale.

The paracortex
is the betazoid telepathic lobe.

She communicated with maques
telepathically just before she fell.

Might there be
some side effects of cairn telepathy

of which we are unaware?

It's a possibility.

I think it's time that you and I
had a talk with maques.

I am very...

Apologetic for what has happened
to your mother.

Maques, is it possible
that your telepathic communications

with Mrs. Troi
harmed her in some way?

To explain before.

Bad thoughts, they hurt her.

Troi: What thoughts?

Take your time.

Inside her.

The dark place.

I don't understand.

What are the words?

I don't have the words.

Counselor.

Stop it.

It's all right.

I'm fine.

He was just trying to communicate
with me telepathically.

Do you understand now?

I'm not sure.

He communicated so much to me

that at first,
it was just a jumble of images.

Have you been able
to sort any of it out?

During his telepathic contact
with my mother,

maques sensed
what he calls "a dark place."

He tried to tell me about it before
in my office, and I misunderstood.

I thought he was talking
about thoughts

my mother was keeping private.

But what he meant was
that there was something happening

in her meta-conscious mind.

Meta-conscious?

It's part of the betazoid psyche.

It's a kind of filtering mechanism
that protects us from psychic trauma.

Is maques suggesting
that your mother's meta-conscious

has been somehow damaged?

He feels that whatever is wrong
with her is centered there.

If he's right, it may mean that
she's suffered some kind of trauma

that her meta-conscious
just can't tolerate.

Has your mother mentioned anything
that happened to her lately?

Something that might have been
traumatic for her?

No, nothing.

Maques could be wrong about this.

There's still a chance
that a sub-neural scan

might be able to pinpoint
a physiological cause

for your mother's condition.

Something
that I might be able to treat.

The results won't be in
until morning.

Maybe we should all try
and get some rest.

I'd like to stay here with her.

I'm going to try
and contact her telepathically.

All right.

Troi: Mother, can you hear me?

Please come back to me.

Please.

Lwaxana: Help me.

Troi: Mother?

Lwaxana: Help me.

Troi: How? How can I help you?

Tell me, mother. Please.

Computer, lights.

What are you doing?

Maques, what were you doing
in sickbay?

Helping.

Trying to help lwaxana.

How? What were you trying to do?

I was...

She was...

You, Deanna.

- Maybe you.
- Yes?

You must...

How can I explain?

Tell me telepathically.

Maques believes my mother's psyche
has collapsed in on itself.

That for some reason,
she has retreated

into her meta-conscious mind.

Was he trying to contact her
telepathically?

Yes. He was able to access images

being generated
by her meta-conscious,

but he couldn't
make any sense of them.

I did not understand.

He saw faces he didn't recognize,
events he couldn't interpret.

If we could decipher these images,
we might be able to determine

whether or not your mother's condition
was induced by a traumatic event.

Maques feels he can provide
a telepathic bridge

that would allow me to access
my mother's meta-conscious.

If he can, I might be able
to find out what happened to her.

And if you succeed, can you use
that information to help your mother?

I'm not sure.

But I do know that there's a part of her
that wants to be helped.

When I tried
to contact her telepathically,

I heard a voice calling out to me.

If your mother's psyche
has collapsed in on itself,

could accessing her mind
pose any danger to you?

There's no way to know.

I'd like to try.

I'll be monitoring her
throughout the entire procedure.

If anything goes wrong,
maques can break the telepathic link.

Your mother,

part of her is very frightened.

She may resist you.

I understand.

Ghostly voice: Help me.

Lwaxana: Help me.

Mother?

Lwaxana: Help me.

Picard: Counselor?

Can you hear me?

Captain?

Deanna, Dr. Crusher
has become concerned

that your paracortical readings
have become erratic.

Are you talking to me from sickbay?

Yes. I want you to sever
your connection to your mother.

Why don't you ask maques to do it?

I'm asking you.

That is an order, counselor.

You're not captain picard.

Leave me alone.

Please.

This isn't real.

None of this is real.

Deanna.

Daddy?

Look at you.

You've become a beautiful woman.

Don't do this.

I'm sorry I had to go away
when you were so little.

I didn't want to.

You're not my father.

You're part of my mother's mind.

What is this place?

This is our house
near lake ei-nar on betazed.

We used to live here.

Deanna, let's not waste this chance.

I wanna hear everything about you.

Did I live here?

For a while when you were a baby.

You were such a beautiful baby.

Your mother and I
loved you so much.

I don't remember these toys.

I bet you don't remember me
singing you to sleep at night either.

But I did.

I do remember.

I always felt safe
when you sang to me.

There was one song
you always asked me to sing.

You couldn't fall asleep
unless you heard it.

- "Down in the valley."
- Yes.

Down in the valley

valley so low

hang your head over

hear the wind blow

no. You're just trying
to keep me here.

Keep me from finding something.

Your mother doesn't wanna see you,
Deanna.

I have to help her.

If you wanna help her, leave.

Let her have peace.

She called out to me.

She does want me to help.

Stay with me just a little while.

Deanna, it's been so long.

We'll never have this chance again.

Goodbye, daddy.

Get away from her.

Hedril, I asked your father
to bring you here

because I wanted
to talk to you about something.

You know that lwaxana's sick,
don't you?

Is it my fault?

No, not at all.

But I believe
that she's been thinking about you.

Do you know why?

I make her sad.

Why do you say that?

Because it's true.

Do you have any idea why hedril
would make my mother sad?

Well, thank you
for coming to talk to us.

I'll see you later, all right?

Counselor,
I hope your mother gets better.

Thank you, hedril. So do I.

I just don't understand
how she fits into all this.

And I haven't found
a physiological cause

for what's happened to your mother.

Which makes me feel
that maques was right

when he said your mother's condition
was precipitated by a traumatic event.

Could this event
have involved hedril?

I don't think so.
My mother never mentioned her.

Does your mother keep personal logs
or a journal?

Yes, she does.

I'll contact Mr. Homn on betazed
and ask him to transmit a copy

as soon as possible.

There may be some clues there.

Perhaps we are being too literal.

I have recently learned
in my study of dream analysis

that people who appear in a dream
can sometimes represent

different aspects
of the person who is dreaming.

That's right.
A child might represent vulnerability.

Hedril may depict
some fragile part of my mother.

A part that she's protecting.

You said
that everything you encountered

when you were in her mind
was a barrier of one kind or another.

Yes. You, the wolf, my father.

It was as though she were summoning
all her defenses to keep me away.

But keep me away from what?
What is she protecting?

Come in.

Counselor?

Hello, captain.

I've just come from sickbay.

Dr. Crusher feels that your mother's
condition is worsening.

Her neural foundations
are getting weaker.

Have you had any luck here?

No, nothing.

I've gone through all her belongings.

I've read herjournal
for the last five years.

And other than the fact
that I'm not married yet,

nothing bad seems
to have happened to her.

This your father?

He had a kind face.

I remember when he died, my mother
had to go through all his things

and pack them away.

I was 7.

I remember thinking how mad he'd be
when he came home

and saw what she'd done.

I didn't understand
he wasn't coming back.

Deanna, your mother
might still come out of this.

If we can't figure out
what's wrong with her, captain,

I don't think she will.

But I don't know what else to do.

I've talked with Mr. Homn,
who's known her for years.

I've checked her medical records.

I've made inquiries
to the government on betazed.

I've contacted her closest friends.

If she's been through
some kind of psychic trauma,

there's just no evidence of it.

You say that you've reviewed
herjournals for the past five years.

Maybe we should go further back.

That's a lotto review.

My mother's kept a journal
since before she was married.

Then let's start at the beginning.

First entry seems to be
stardate 30620.1.

That's the year they were married.

Ah, that's odd.

There's a seven-year gap.

Troi:
It starts about a year after the wedding.

If I'm not mistaken,
it ends a few months after your birth.

My mother's so diligent
about herjournal.

Why would she have stopped
making entries for so long?

She didn't.

The files were deleted
by your mother.

Almost 30 years ago.

I don't understand any of this.

Captain, I have to go back
inside my mother's mind.

It's the only way
we're ever going to get any answers.

Thank you.

Deanna, you understand

that if your paracortical readings
get too high again,

I'm going to tell maques
to sever the connection.

I know.

Hedril, be careful.

Who is hedril?

Wait. I want to talk to you.

Lwaxana: Help me.

Help me.

- Lwaxana: Go.
- Mother?

Go away.

No. I want to help you.

Why did you delete parts
of your journal?

Did something happen to you
you don't want me to know about?

Leave me alone, please.

Who's hedril, mother?

Why is she here?

- Is hedril me when I was a little girl?
- No.

Oh, no, I'd never let anything
happen to you. Never.

Did you let something
happen to someone?

Was it here at ei-nar?

You were just a baby.

Tell me.

Whatever it is,
we can face it together.

I can't. I can't.

You can.

We can.

Girl: Help me.

- Help me, papa.
- Here.

Please, don't make me
go through this again.

Now, hold onto him.
Don't let him run off.

I won't.

Mommy, can we go play
by the water?

No, kestra. Stay here with us.

Please?

Kestra.

Oh, kestra,
you've made the baby cry. Oh, ha, ha.

Kestra?

No, don't cry, Deanna.

Don't cry. Mommy's here.

Mommy, please?

No, kestra. We're gonna eat
in just a few minutes.

Lwaxana: Here. What's wrong?

What's wrong, little one?

Tell mommy what's wrong.

Ian, I think she's teething.
Now, where's her ring?

No, I don't wanna see this again.

I can't.

What happened, mother?

What happened next?

I don't remember.

You have to.

You can't hold it back.
It's killing you.

The dog got away.

She ran after him.

We didn't notice.

Why?

Why did I look away?

Why wasn't I paying attention?

You have to forgive yourself, mother.

You have to let it go.

How can I?

I let her die.

It was a terrible tragedy.

The worst thing that can happen
to any parent.

I know you feel responsible,
but it was an accident.

And what you're doing
isn't fair to kestra.

I saw a little girl
who was sweet and happy.

She must have brought
a great deal of joy to your lives.

Every morning,
she woke up with a smile.

Isn't it better
to remember her like that?

I just found out
I had a sister I never knew.

I'd like to learn what was good
and joyous about her.

To celebrate her life, not mourn it.

How?

How can I do that?

Kestra was here a few moments ago.

No, no.

Do it, mother.

Tell her how you feel.

I'll be here with you. I'll help you.

Kestra: Mommy.

Kestra.

Oh, kestra.

My precious one.

I'm so sorry.

I have to go now.

I know.

I know.

I remember the day I took this.

Mr. Homn said he saved it in case
someday you wanted to remember her.

I wish you could have known her,
Deanna.

I wish you two
could have grown up together.

Tell me about her.

I want to know everything.