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Personal Log, Stardate 48546.2.

Our journey home
is several weeks old now,

and l have begun to notice
in my crew, and in myself,

a subtle change as the reality
of our situation settles in.

Here in the Delta Quadrant,

we are virtually
the entire family of man.

We are more than a crew,
and l must find a way

to be more than a Captain
to these people...

but it's not clear to me
exactly how to begin.

At the Academy, we're taught
that a Captain is expected

to maintain a certain distance.

Until now, l have
always been comfortable

with that distance.

Captain, l...

l didn't realize there was
an inspection scheduled.

Not an inspection, Lieutenant.

A stroll.

We should have the warp drive
up and running by 0900 hours.

Recalibrating
the reactant injectors

is the only thing
we have left to do.

Carry on.

Maybe this is
just the way it works.

Maybe the distance
is necessary.

Maybe more than ever now,

they need me
to be larger than life.

l only wish
l felt larger than life.

Computer, delete last sentence.

Gentlemen.

As you were.

So, has Neelix concocted

anything interesting
this morning?

There's an ancient
Chinese curse, Captain--

''May you live
in interesting times.''

Mealtime is always interesting

now that Neelix
is in the kitchen.

We shouldn't judge him
too harshly.

He is helping us
conserve replicator energy.

And l'm sure

the gastrointestinal
problems will go away,

as soon as our systems
get used to his, uh...

gourmet touch.

Well, see you at duty call.

We should have
asked her to join us.

Ensigns don't invite
Captains to sit down.

Why not?

Because they don't.

Well, what's wrong with
showing a little courtesy?

Captains don't want courtesy.

They want respect.

That's why they don't get chummy
with the lower ranks.

Well, who else is she supposed
to get chummy with out here?

There aren't many other
Captains and Admirals

for her to talk to.

lf she wants to sit with us,

she'll ask us to join her.

That's the way it's done.

l think you're working
from an old rule book, Paris.

Neelix?

Captain!

May l say,
you look beautiful this morning.

ls that a new color lipstick?

No, no, it's the same color
l always wear.

Well, perhaps
it's just the way the glow

of the food heater lamps
hits you,

but you look wonderful.

Not to suggest

you don't always look wonderful.

Neelix, do we have
any coffee left?

No, but we have
something even better.

l don't want something
even better, l want coffee.

lt's made from
a proteinaceous seed

l discovered on an expedition...

Never mind.

l'll use one of my replicator
rations for coffee.

That would not be appropriate,
Captain.

l beg your pardon?

You need to set
an example for the crew.

Well, thank you
for reminding me.

You're welcome.

After all, if you want the crew

to begin to accept
natural food alternatives

instead of further depleting
our energy reserves,

you need to encourage them
by your own choices, don't you?

Fine. Give me your even-better-
than-coffee substitute.

And how about some
Takar loggerhead eggs

with that this morning?

Just... coffee.

lt's a tiny bit richer blend
than you're used to,

but you'll learn to love it.

Bridge to Janeway.

On my way. Janeway out.

Tomorrow maybe.

Ah.

Yes, Commander?

There was no need

for you to come to the Bridge,
Captain.

Yes, there was.

l just wanted to alert
you to a nebula

we've picked up
on long-range sensors.

Put it on screen.

Magnify.

There are unusually high levels

of omicron particles
within this nebula, Captain.

Are you thinking we could
collect these omicron particles

to provide an additional
antimatter reserve, Lieutenant?

Precisely.

Senior Bridge Officers,
report for duty.

Commander, set a new course.

There's coffee in that nebula.

Exploring this nebula
should raise some spirits

around here, don't you think,
Commander?

No way to go but up.

You're closer
to the crew than l am.

How bad is it?

There's a nuanka--
a period of mourning

that everyone's going through.

lt's a natural reaction.

l'm worried about them.

l wish we had
a Counselor on board,

but the nature of our mission
didn't require one.

We talk to animals.

lt's a Native American
tradition.

Animals?

Our own counselors.

We're taught
that an animal guide

accompanies us through life.

Basically, it's what Carl
Jung thought he invented

when he came up with

his ''active imagination''
technique in 1932,

but we'd been doing

pretty much the same
thing for centuries.

ls there a different
animal guide for everyone?

Actually, yes.

Let me guess.

Yours is a bear.

Why do you say that?

You strike me as the bear type.

Thank you.

The bear is
a very powerful animal.

lt has great pokattah,

but he's not my animal guide.

The creature that guides us
doesn't define who we are.

lt merely chooses to be with us.

Okay. lf not a bear,
then what?

l can't tell you that.

lt would offend my animal guide
if l spoke its name.

But he guides you well?

Actually, it's female.

But yes, she usually
guides me very well.

Can one just choose
her own animal guide?

lt's not quite that simple.

Captain,

we are approaching
the perimeter of the nebula.

Slow to one-third impulse.

lf you're interested,
l'll be glad to teach you

how to contact
your animal guide.

You've got a date.

Analysis, Mr. Kim.

Seven AU's in diameter.

Sensors are picking up
intermittent gamma

and thermal emissions.

Nothing our shields
can't handle.

Mr. Paris, any problems
for navigation?

l'm showing
mostly hydrogen, helium,

and hydroxyl radicals.

Some local dust nodules.

l don't see them
giving us any trouble.

Mr. Tuvok, can you find us

a rich deposit of omicron
particles in there?

A significant concentration
appears to exist

approximately
64 million kilometers

inside the perimeter.

Set coordinates.

Aye, Captain.

Engines at one-quarter impulse.

Engage.

l've never seen
anything like it.

Tuvok to Kim.

Mr. Kim, that is a comment

we would prefer not to hear

from a Senior Officer
on the Bridge.

lt makes the Junior
Officers nervous.

Yes, sir.

Density has increased
to 42 percent.

Cause?

Not sure.

We seem to be drawing

some interstellar dust
toward us.

Engineering, could
the magnetic field

from our impulse engines
be attracting this dust?

lt's a good possibility,
Captain.

l'm showing the dust with
a return force ratio of 4.1.

Recommend we shut down impulse
and go to thrusters.

Acknowledged.

Engage thrusters.

Ahead slow.

Density still increasing.

Up by 70 percent now.

Mr. Tuvok?

The level of resistance

poses no danger to the hull
at this time, Captain.

How far to your omicron
particle deposits?

12,400 kilometers.

Maintain course and...

Report!

We're at a dead stop now.

Shutting down thrusters.

We seem to have encountered
an energy barrier.

ls it natural or artificial?

We're not reading
any directed energy source

down here, Captain.

My guess is
it's a natural phenomenon.

How far are we
from the particles, Lieutenant?

Just over 7,000 kilometers.

lt's conceivable
this energy barrier

is related to those particles.

Mr. Kim, if you could get
a transporter beam

through the barrier...

Can't do it, Captain.

The thoron emissions
of the barrier

would interfere with
the transporter signal.

Ms. Torres,
do we have enough power

to take the ship
through the barrier?

The barrier appears
to be only 50 meters deep.

A four-second burst

at maximum thrusters
ought to do it.

All right.

Maximum shields.

Engage full thrusters
for four seconds

and then drop to one-quarter.

Acknowledged.
Engaging thrusters.

What do you make of it,
Mr. Tuvok?

l am unable to offer
an identification, Captain.

Kim to Tuvok.

ln other words,

you've never seen
anything like it?

Oh, l promise
not to tell the Junior Officers.

Captain,

the breach we just made,
where we penetrated the field--

it just closed behind us.

Kes!

Oh! Now look
what she's gotten us into!

Do all nebulas look like that?

l wouldn't know.

l'm smart enough
to go around nebulas

when l encounter them.

These people are
natural-born explorers, Neelix.

These people are natural-born
idiots if you ask me.

They don't appreciate
what they have here.

This ship
is the match of any vessel

within a hundred light years,
and what do they do with it?

''Well, let's see
if we can't find

''some space anomaly today
that might

rip it apart!''

l don't think
the Captain is an idiot.

She cares a great deal
about her crew.

You don't care a great deal
about your crew

and introduce them
to the specter of death

at every opportunity.

And l speak as a member
of that crew now.

l'm not sure l would have
wanted you to come along

had l known
that this is what we...

l think it's wonderful.

Wonderful?

lf l were Captain,

l'd open every crack
in the universe

and peek inside,
just like Captain Janeway does.

l don't deny the romantic...

quality of this sort
of... casting about.

l wouldn't exactly
call it wonderful.

Although...

it's getting more
wonderful by the minute.

l've never kissed anyone
inside a nebula before.

What did l tell you?

Red Alert.

Whatever they are,

they're passing right
through our shields.

Try reversing
the shield polarity.

Mr. Tuvok?

They appear to be made up

of a non-reactive
material that our sensors

do not recognize, Captain.

Clarify
Are we under attack?

Uncertain.

There is no indication
of directed fire.

Torres to Bridge.

Go ahead.

These things
are sticking to the hull.

And l'm showing a drain
on our energy reserves.

A drain?
Why would we be losing energy?

l'm not sure, Captain.

They seem to be drawing it

right through the shield grid
along the hull.

We've lost five percent
of our energy reserves.

Recommend we shut down
all non-essential systems.

Do it.

Reversing shield polarity
hasn't had any effect.

Energy reserves
are down eight percent.

This is not what l had in mind.

Mr. Paris, take us back
through the energy barrier

and out of here.

Reversing course.

Full thrusters.

Thrusters firing.

We're not penetrating
the energy barrier this time.

Sensors show a buildup
of magneside dust

along the outer rim
of the barrier.

Engineering, l need more power.

We can't go back to impulse,
Captain.

That's how our problems started.

Our best chance
is to burn the aft thrusters

beyond the recommended limits.

Proceed.

Acknowledged. Accelerating
deuterium to rear thrusters.

We have a complement
of 38 photon torpedoes

at our disposal, Captain.

And no way to replace them
after they're gone.

Aft thrusters at 105 percent.

1 15 percent.

Barrier still holding.

We need something else.

Give me a two-second blast
from the forward phaser bank.

Firing phasers.

The barrier is undamaged,
Captain.

Ready a photon.

Mr. Paris, assuming

we can breach
the energy barrier,

it's likely to close as
fast as the first time.

l'll be riding the tail
of our torpedo, Captain.

Torpedo is loaded.

Align coordinates
along ship's heading.

Coordinates set.

Fire.

50,000 kilometers
to the perimeter.

l'm having trouble navigating
through the energy currents.

lt's as thick as
a Toarian ice storm out there.

35,000 kilometers to perimeter.

Energy reserves
are still falling.

15,000 kilometers.

We've cleared the central mass.

Stand down Red Alert.

Take us to 2,000 kilometers
off the perimeter

and hold position.

Get a sample of that matter
off the hull

for Lieutenant Torres
to analyze.

l'd like to know what it was

that humbled every
defense system on this ship.

How much of our energy reserves
did we lose, Ensign?

1 1 percent, Captain.

l'm just going to have
to give up coffee.

That's all there is to it.

Dark enough for you?

What?

Get up, Harry.

There's something
you got to see.

See?

How'd you get in here?

You'd be surprised
the things you learn in prison.

MacAllister--

James Mooney MacAllister.

The guy never slept.

He'd be studying
his algorithms until dawn,

and the only way
l could get any sleep

was to wear a mask.

You could've changed roommates.

Are you kidding?

MacAllister got me through
fourth year quantum chemistry.

Besides, l got used
to wearing it.

Something about it

that reminds me
of being in the womb.

Harry, in order to be
reminded of something,

you have to first...

l remember being
in my mother's womb.

Right.

l do.

So what is it
you have to show me?

Nothing that's going to compare

to that memory
of your mother's womb.

Computer, activate
holodeck program Paris-3.

Hey, it's Tom.

Welcome, Tom, welcome.

Hey, Tom, how you doing?

What do you think, Harry?

What is it, a French bistro?

This is where l spent

most of my second semester
at the Academy.

l chose the Starfleet base
outside of Marseilles

for my physical training.

l always had a thing
about the French.

And the French
always had a thing

about you, Monsieur Thomas.

And with a name like Paris,

and a face like that,

how could anyone resist, huh?

Sandrine, this is my friend,
Harry Kim.

Enchante.

Sandrine owns the place.

lt's been in her family
over 600 years.

Tommy.

lt's about time.

l've been waiting for you.

This is Ricky.

l include her in all
my holo-programs.

-Hi.
-Hi.

Mmm...

Your friend the gigolo
wouldn't leave me alone.

lt's what l do, Tom.

Nothing personal.

French father,
Daliwakan mother.

She just sits there
and waits for you, huh?

Like a little puppy dog.

l wouldn't have it
any other way.

Oh, really?

l thought you liked your women
with a little bite.

Everyone knows
about your bite, Sandrine.

lt's when you start
sucking blood they get scared.

Monsieur, can l get you
something to drink?

Just a cup of tea.

Harry, this is France.

Uh, break open a bottle
of that '46 Saint Emilion

you save behind the bar for me.

l don't like to drink
this late at night.

l get an acid heartburn.

Harry, it's holographic wine.

lt doesn't give you acid.

Try to get in the mood, huh?

Sorry.

l learned a great deal
that semester at the Academy.

Most of it right here.

Oui-- and most of it
from me.

l found this place
just after my pocket was picked

walking by the harbor.

Somebody picked
your pocket on Earth?

Oh, they just do it
for tourists.

They give it back.

Most of the time.

Nine ball in the corner pocket.

You see that pool table, Harry?

The table at Sandrine's
at Marseilles

has attracted the world's
greatest hustlers

throughout the centuries.

l thought it might
be fun to program in

some of the great
players to shoot with.

Eight ball in the cross side.

Gaunt Gary, Ames Pool Hall,
New York City, 1953.

They say that he hustled

the great Willie Moscone
himself.

Moscone?

Was he some famous
billiard player?

Game is pool, kid.

Pool.

l don't suppose you'd care
to wager a fin on a game or two?

Oh, he's not ready
for you yet, Gary.

Let me teach him
a few tricks first.

Watch out for him, kid.

He can swallow your wallet
without ever losing his smile.

l'll keep it in mind.

What's a fin?

l'm not sure.

Some old kind
of Scandinavian currency.

Come on.

l'll rack them up.

You pick out a cue.

Harry, this is my idea of home.

My little piece of Earth
out here in the Delta Quadrant.

You shrug it off--

or you like to make
the rest of us think

you're shrugging it off--

but you miss it, too, don't you?

What?

Home.

Your shot, Harry.

Computer, activate emergency
medical holographic program.

Please state the nature
of the medical emergency.

Why do you always
have to say that?

l can only speculate about
my programmer's motives.

Perhaps he thought
l might be summoned

for... important reasons.

Under the circumstances,
don't you think

you really ought
to change your program?

Now, there's
an interesting concept--

a hologram
that programs himself.

What would l do
with that ability?

Create a family,
raise an army...

l know a little about
holographic programming.

l could probably
reprogram you.

That makes me feel
particularly confident.

Has anyone ever told you,
you have a lousy attitude?

lf you don't like
the doctor's attitude,

there's a man sitting
at a console

in the Jupiter Station
Holo-programming Center

you can write to.

His name is Zimmerman.

He looks a lot like me,
actually.

Now, not that l don't
enjoy the repartee,

but was there a reason
you stopped in?

l need a second opinion on this.

Who gave you the first opinion?

l gave it to myself.

lt's a sample of residue
we picked up in a nebula.

A nebula?

What were we doing in a nebula?

No, wait, don't tell me.

We were investigating.

That's all we do around here.

Why pretend
we're going home at all?

All we're going to do
is investigate

every cubic millimeter
of this Quadrant, aren't we?

The molecules are isolinear.

No polycyclic structures, but...

But this is what brought
you to me, isn't it?

The nucleogenic peptide bonds.

ls it some kind
of phospholipid fiber?

And you were doing so well.

Now... l suspect it's something

far more interesting than that.

Come in.

Repair crews have degaussed
the hull, Captain.

Good. Let's plan
an 0700 departure.

What's this?

My medicine bundle.

l've never shown it
to anyone before.

After what you said
this morning,

l thought it was important
to let you see.

Will it help me find
my animal guide?

Eventually,
you'll have to assemble

your own medicine bundle,

but this will allow me
to assist you

in your quest for a guide.

Now?

Now.

A blackbird's wing...

a stone from the river...

an akoonah.

''Akoonah''?

My ancestors used
psychoactive herbs

to assist their vision quests.

Now they're no longer necessary.

Our scientists have found
more modern ways

to facilitate the search
for animal guides.

Place your hand on it.

And concentrate on the stone.

A-koo-chee-moya.

We are far from the sacred
places of our grandfathers.

We are far
from the bones of our people,

but perhaps there is
one powerful being

who will embrace this woman

and give her
the answers she seeks.

Allow your eyes to close.

Breathe to feel
the light in your belly

and let it expand
until the light is everywhere.

Prepare yourself
to leave this room

and this ship,

and return to a place

where you were the most content
and peaceful you have ever been.

You can see all around you

and hear the sounds
of this place.

l know this place.

lt's...

You must not discuss with me
what you see,

or you will offend
your animal guide.

As you continue to look around,

you will become aware
of other life

that shares
this place with you.

lt will be the first animal
you see.

That is the one
you will speak to.

Do you see an animal?

Yes.

Speak to it.

What do l say?

You know what you want to ask.

l'm sorry.

l should've asked the computer
for no interruptions.

Come in.

The Commander was introducing
me to my animal guide.

l hope

that you have
better luck with yours

than l had with mine.

B'Elanna's the only one l know

who tried to kill
her animal guide.

l'm sorry

to interrupt,
but the Doctor and l

have come up with a rather
surprising analysis

of the matter
left on the hull.

lt's organic.

Microscopic life-forms
from the nebula.

That's not what l mean.

The samples are clearly

organic elements
of a much larger life-form.

lt appears, Captain,
that this nebula

is not a nebula at all.

l'm curious, Captain.

Exactly what are you
looking for?

l need to know

if we did serious harm
to this life-form.

Let's see-- you ran
your ship through it,

fired phasers at it,

and blew a hole in it
with a photon torpedo.

l'd say it's a pretty good
chance that you...

Computer, mute audio.

lsolate that concentration
of omicron particles

we were trying to get to.

That would be right here.

Mr. Tuvok?

l'm afraid the concentration
of particles

is far lower
than l originally observed.

Furthermore, it appears
that many of the particles

have now moved outside
the energy barrier.

ls it possible they're leaking
out through the breach we made?

That would be
a logical conclusion.

lt's also a logical conclusion

that all of the phenomena
we've encountered

were actually this life-form's
natural defense systems.

The way the barrier was
protecting the omicron particles

almost suggests we were
entering a vital organ.

So, it seems very clear

that we've severely hurt
an innocent life-form.

How do we repair
the harm we've done?

Uh, Captain?

Computer, resume audio.

How kind of you.

You may be interested to know
that the analysis

of the organic sample

suggested this life-form
has the capacity to regenerate.

The process may simply
need a helping hand.

Any ideas how we could
stimulate regeneration?

Lieutenant Torres
has the answer.

l do?

You were the one who first
observed that this life-form has

a nucleogenic structure.

lf the life-form has
a nucleogenic structure...

nucleonic radiation

ought to assist
its healing process.

A nucleonic beam along
the edges of the breach

should theoretically
promote regeneration.

Bravo.

Commander, take us
to Yellow Alert

and advise the crew

that we're going to reenter
the life-form.

Mr. Kim, review all systems
in light of our first experience

and see if you can
provide new safeguards.

Tuvok, your job is to find
some modification of the shields

that will hold off this life-
form's natural defense systems.

We begin at 1300 hours.

Dismissed.

The bantan is a little
on the spicy side.

Kes grows them herself
in the hydroponic garden.

Don't eat any
of the little pink things

and you'll be fine.

All personnel
report to stations.

Yellow Alert.

Now what?
Neelix to Chakotay.

We're very busy up here, Neelix.

What do you need?

This Yellow Alert business--

l was just starting...

Sorry. We found out that the
nebula is actually a life-form

and we've got to go back in to
repair some damage we did to it.

Chakotay out.

Go back in? Hello?

Well, that's it!
l've had it!

Neelix...

No! l'm going
to the Captain about this.

Come in.

Captain, l understand

that this nebula
we've discovered

is some kind of monster?

Not a monster, Neelix,
but it is a life-form.

Excuse me if l sound crazy,

because someone may have been
playing a joke on me,

but you aren't planning

to take us back into the belly
of this beast, are you?

No joke.

Why?

Because we hurt it

and we have to help it recover.

l did not come on board

this ship to be
a veterinarian, Captain.

And l thought you were
a man of unlimited talents.

l just reached my limit.

So, if you don't mind,

Kes and l will wait on board
my little vessel

for you to return.

All our crews are busy
preparing for this mission.

l'm not pulling them
off their duties

to prepare your ship for launch,

and l'm not going to drop you
off on the side of the road

every time we hit a bump.

When we're finished,
if you want to leave,

that's your business,
but for the moment,

find yourself
a seat with a good view

because, just like Jonah
and the whale, you're going in.

ls that final?

Dismissed.

That's a Starfleet expression
for ''get out.''

Jonah?

Whale?

Approaching the perimeter.

Disengage impulse engines.

lmpulse engines off-line.

Engage thrusters, one-third.

Thrusters engaged.

Red Alert.

Shields are up.

Adaptive harmonics
are operational.

Density is already
more than double

what we encountered last time.

EM hull pressure is approaching
dangerous levels, Captain.

Mr. Kim?

lf my research is right,

releasing positive ions
through the nacelles

should repel
some of the dust out there.

Without causing further harm
to the creature?

l believe so, Captain.

Very well.

lon release confirmed.

Ambient density is dropping.

Hull pressure
is decreasing also.

Hold your course.

14,000 kilometers to the breach.

l can see it.

Magnify.

Engineering,
ready your nucleonic beam.

Ready and awaiting your orders,
Captain.

Mr. Paris,
bring us into position.

Coming about 40 degrees.

Report!

We're being hit by some
kind of multi-polar charges.

They're not like anything
we saw the first time.

Shields at 87 percent.

Will they hold?

The polarity of each charge
is rotating so quickly,

the shields cannot compensate.

We've lost
the rear driver coil assembly.

lnertial dampers are off-line.

l'm losing control.

Hold on!

Engineering, initiate emergency
shutdown of all thrusters.

Captain, the only way
we can shut down all thrusters

is to vent the deuterium
into space.

We can't afford
to lose all that fuel.

We have no choice.
Do it!

Acknowledged.
Cutting thrusters.

lnertial dampers
are still off-line.

Reset lDF baseline at 3-0-0
and reinitialize.

Field processors
coming back on line.

lnertial damping restored.

All stop.
Damage report.

Electro-plasma leaks
reported on Deck 14.

Repair crews are
being dispatched.

Otherwise, we seem
to be in one piece.

l believe the optical data
network is down, Ensign.

Yes, sir.
l'll get right on it.

14 injuries reported, Captain--
none serious.

Have any idea where we are,
Mr. Paris?

Approximately 70,000 kilometers
from our former position--

deeper inside the creature
than before.

Let's hope it has
a slow digestive process.

Yes, ma'am.

We need to get back

to the wound
without causing a response

from its defense systems.
Suggestions?

lt seems to be leaving us alone

now that we've cut off
all propulsion systems.

Maybe that's what cues it
to respond.

lf l'm right, we might
be able to get back

without engaging any engines.

No engines?

We've been reading

these swirling energy currents
since we first got here.

When we thought it was a nebula,

we weren't looking
for any pattern.

We thought they were
just random eddies.

But now, l'm wondering
if these currents

might be some kind
of a circulatory system.

Mr. Kim, are you showing omicron
particles in these currents?

Affirmative, Captain.

lf the currents are distributing
omicron energy

throughout the life-form,

the circulatory system
might pass right by that wound.

We could get in one
of those currents

and surf back.

Use the reaction
control thrusters

in drift mode only, Mr. Paris.

Aye, Captain.

We're on our way.

Speed-- all of 200 kph.

Time for refreshment.

Ailis pate,
Felada onion crisps,

stuffed Cardaway leaves.

l appreciate the thought,
Neelix,

but this is hardly the time.

As the morale officer
on this ship,

l insist that a break
in the workload

is both healthy
and necessary.

Go on, Mr. Vulcan.

lt might even
help you loosen up.

Or not.

May l ask when you
became morale officer?

Oh, just a few minutes ago,

when l sensed crew morale
might be especially low.

Mine certainly was.

We were in a free fall
at the time.

Cooking always helps
Neelix to unwind.

Yes, and after we stabilized
l certainly needed to unwind.

So it seemed to me,

l had a choice to either
come up here and say,

''l told you so''...

No.

or to try to do
something constructive

to help out
in my own humble manner.

Try the stuffed
Cardaway leaves.

They're irresistible.

Now, as your new morale officer,
l thought it might be fun

for us all to sing
a few songs together.

Don't push it, Neelix.

Captain?

Well done, Mr. Paris.

Well done, Mr. Paris.

Take us gently out
of the current.

Stay in RCS drift mode.

Aye, Captain.

Ms. Torres,
prepare your nucleonic beam.

We're ready down here, Captain.

Let's give the wound
two doses to start.

Five bursts
at a two-second interval.

Now.

Analysis.

Scanners are showing

the regeneration rate up
only .04 percent.

l don't know
what we can hope to accomplish

if this is the best we can do.

The breach may simply be
too large to seal.

This is the Doctor speaking.

Please activate your monitor

to the emergency medical
holographic channel.

l believe l may have
a suggestion that will help.

Since no one had the courtesy
to turn me off

after my last consultation,
l've had the opportunity

to observe your progress--
or lack of same.

l believe a slight alteration

of your treatment plan
is necessary.

As inspiration, l've drawn

on an ancient medical technique
known as a suture.

''Suture''?

Before the advent
of laser technology,

surgical fiber was used
to stitch together a wound

to allow it to heal naturally.

How does that help us?

Your ship's energy systems
are compatible

with this life-form's omicron
particles, are they not?

That's right.

Then it is very likely
that this vessel could serve

the life-form's needs in much
the same manner as a suture.

By allowing the ship

to serve as an energy conduit
across the wound

the life-form should be able

to regenerate itself
more rapidly.

And how are we supposed
to get the ship into the wound

without getting the hell
beat out of us again?

That's your problem, not mine.

Doctor out.

That's sort of like
asking a hurt dog

not to bite you
while you tend to its wounds.

You like dogs, Mr. Paris?

Yes, ma'am.
l always had a dog.

l like dogs, too.

When l had to clean out a cut
on my dog's leg,

l needed to create
a little diversion first

to take her mind off it.

Mr. Kim--

prepare a class-4 microprobe.

Aye, Captain.

Lieutenant,

if l gave you a short burst
from our thrusters,

would it be enough
for you to maneuver

into the breach in ten seconds?

l'd feel better if l had 20.

Once we launch that probe
as a diversion,

you might have ten,
maybe even less than that.

Ten sounds good.

Mr. Kim, status?

Microprobe is loaded and ready.

Set coordinates for launch
at 160 mark 70.

Cut power after 500 meters.

l don't want to hurt
this life-form again.

Acknowledged.

Engineering, l'll need
a one-second burst

from our aft thrusters
on my order.

Standing by.

Launch microprobe.

Thrusters.

Firing!

Reading mono-polar charges,
high frequency.

Shields at 7 5 percent
and holding.

Maintain position.

Engineering, direct
two nucleonic beams

fore and aft-- parallel

to the central axis of the ship.

Acknowledged.
Beam engaged.

Captain, l'm showing a rapid
growth pattern along the wound.

Regenerative matter approaching
from both directions

at just under 500 kilometers
per hour.

Hold position.

Captain, the shields are only
designed to withstand...

l'm aware of that, Mr. Tuvok.
Hold position!

Regenerative matter approaching.

Range...

30 kilometers-- fore and aft.

Engineering,
ready full thrusters.

Mr. Paris?

Just tell me when.

Regenerative matter
at 20 kilometers.

Fifteen... ten...

Disengage nucleonic beam.

Fire thrusters.

Thrusters engaged.

Now, Mr. Paris.

40,000 kilometers
to the perimeter.

30,000.

The life-form's regeneration
rate is up 40 percent, Captain.

Looks like it's well on the way
to closing that wound.

We've cleared the central mass.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

We set out
to augment our energy reserves

and wound up depleting them
by over 20 percent.

As a result,
we've set a new course

for a planet
14 light-years away

that Neelix says might have

compatible energy sources
to offer us.

lt is out of our way,

but circumstances offer
few alternatives.

So much for raising spirits.

Turning in for the night,
Captain?

Actually, l'm going
to talk to an animal

and then turn in.

Something Commander
Chakotay taught me.

Supposed to be
quite therapeutic.

You might want
to ask him about it.

l will.

Captain...

What is it, Ensign?

Well, l don't mean
to be out of place,

but if you'd care to join us,
you'd be welcome.

Join you where?

Come on, Tommy.
Let's get out of here.

Easy, honey.

l'm setting the lndian up
for the big hustle.

But he's beating you.

Yeah, that's exactly what
he's supposed to think, too.

As you were.

Well... this is remarkable.

Mr. Kim tells me this is
your doing, Mr. Paris.

Ah... yeah.

lt's just a little
diversion, Captain.

One always knows

when a woman of good
breeding enters a room.

Ma cherie...

may l request
your favorite song,

so that we may dance,
before l take you

to my private felucca
on the wharf

and make passionate
love to you?

Uh... l'm sorry.

lf l had some kind of warning
that you were coming...

You would have changed it,

and l would have missed
all the fun.

l just don't know
what the dolls see

in a gigolo, do you?

Now, me, l got a whole
different approach to women.

Treat a lady like a tramp,
and a tramp like a lady.

Never fails.

Paris, did you program
this guy?

Yeah. Why?

He's a pig, and so are you.

Almost never.

ls this pool or billiards?

Uh, pool.

Right.

Pool's the one with the pockets.

Would you mind
if l gave it a try?

Reculez-vous!

Give the handsome
young woman some room.

Tell me, does she
have, uh, money?

Commander Chakotay, your stick?

lt's called a cue, Captain.

Cue.

All right.

So what do we do?

Do l go first?

Solids.

l saw that coming
a mile away, didn't you?

Ah, you've got a lot
to learn, jeune homme.

But then... l've got
a lot to teach.

Eight ball in the side pocket.

A-koo-chee-moya.

We are far
from the sacred places

of our grandfathers, and
from the bones of our people,

but perhaps there is
one powerful being

who will embrace this good crew

and give them
the answer they seek.