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All right, these barstools
will have to be removed.

Do you know how much they cost?

No, and I can't say
I'm interested in learning.

Station Regulation 2562,
paragraph four:

"All furniture intended
for use on the Promenade

must not pose a danger
to public safety."

What danger?

Without a back on the stool

Morn could tumble from his perch

at any moment, shattering
his upper vertebrae

or puncturing three
or four of his lungs.

Nonsense.

His body weight is
perfectly distributed

across the seat.

He's also better able
to enjoy the view

of the lovely dabo girls

than he was before

and should he require
another drink

he need only spin back.

Which points out
another danger...

vertigo.

This isn't going
to give anybody vertigo.

Your appeal has been
heard and rejected.

I want the barstools removed
by the end of the day.

Now, it's come to my attention

that your dabo wheel
is in violation

of Station Regulation 4721,
which states...

Odo.

Nerys.

You busy?

Not at all.

Well, then can I interest you

in some lunch?

Where shall we go?

I was thinking
about the Klingon restaurant.

I haven't been there for ages,
and I have been craving

broiled krada legs.

Too bad about the barstools.

I kind of liked them.

Did you notice how he changed

the minute she walked
into the room?

They're in love.

And what's love?

Well, it's a...

Love's a distraction.

And a distracted policeman is...

an opportunity.

Captain's Log, Stardate 51948.3.

With the safe arrival

of Convey PQ-1
in the Vegan system

our escort duties
are now complete

and I've set course for home.

Well, my first and hopefully

last mission report
for Starfleet Command.

You know, when I first agreed
to be Convoy Liaison Officer

I thought, "Sure, why not?

"I know most of the freighter
captains in the convoy.

It should be a piece of cake."

I didn't know I'd be making
20 log entries

a day and filling out
formal reports every night.

Looks like you did
a pretty good job.

Well, if you're going
to do something, do it right.

That's what my father
used to say.

Every father says that.

Even I say that.

That's why you're a good parent.

You know
all the clichés by heart.

Well, hello, stranger.

Haven't seen you in days.

I've been filling out reports
for Starfleet Medical.

I knew there was a reason
why I didn't join Starfleet.

I-I, I couldn't do
this paperwork.

Smart.

Well, there was a time

when you couldn't get him
to shut up.

I think I like him
better this way.

That's mean.

I was just kidding.

No. You weren't.

Worf to Captain Sisko.

Sisko here.

Sir, can you come to the Bridge?

We have picked up
a distress call.

On my way.

We have been unable

to establish two-way
communication so far

but we have determined
that the signal's coming

from somewhere
in the Rutharian sector.

Let's hear it, Chief.

...and Commander Gatsby's
dead, too.

I didn't see
any other escape pods leave

before the ship was destroyed,
so I may be the only survivor.

My pod was torn open on impact
and the rain is pouring in.

I'll take the radio
and a survival kit with me

but the environmental suits
were damaged

in the crash,
so I-I'll have to rough it.

This is an L-Class world

and the atmosphere
is barely breathable out there.

Repeat: This is
a general distress call.

I am a citizen of the
United Federation of Planets

and a Starfleet officer.

If you can hear me,
please respond.

My government will reward you
for any assistance you can offer

and most of all,
you'll be my personal heroes.

Repeat...

That's enough.

This is a general...

How long will it take us
to reach her?

At maximum warp, six days.

Any other ships
closer to that sector?

No, sir.

Mr. Worf, turn us around

and set a course
for the Rutharian sector.

Aye, sir.

Chief, I want you to establish

a two-way com link
with this woman

and when you do, tell her...

tell her
her "heroes" are on the way.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

The marooned Starfleet officer,

whose name we've learned
is Lisa

continues to transmit
her call for help

but so far Chief O'Brien
has been unable

to establish
two-way communication.

How's it going?

Slow.

For some reason,
she's transmitting

on a rotating
subspace frequency.

We're having a problem

trying to find a way
to return her signal.

Do you have to keep that on
all the time?

No, not really.

But she is all alone.

The least I can do
is try and listen to her.

She doesn't know
you're listening, Miles.

You're not comforting her
by keeping the channels open

and driving yourself crazy.

It doesn't bother me.

Sometimes it feels like
she's actually talking to me.

...for any assistance you can...

It's true.

Especially when she talks

about her home or her family.

She reminds me of my cousin.

Oh, no!

I don't believe it.

It's raining again.

How can there be so much water
and so little life out there?

I think
I'll leave you two alone.

I'm really starting
to hate this place.

Repeat, this is
a general distress call.

Hello?
Is anyone paying attention?

I know you're out there.

I know you can hear me.

So just answer me.

Tell me you're on your way.

Tell me I'm going to be rescued.

Tell me
I'm not going to die alone.

I hope you're satisfied.

I'm sure nothing
gives you more pleasure

than stifling my creativity.

Only you would
consider barstools

to be a form
of artistic expression.

Oh, yeah?

Let's see
how creative you are.

Have you... picked out
the Major's gift yet?

Gift?

For this Saturday.

You do know
what Saturday is, right?

Saturday?

Yes.

It's the one-month anniversary

of your first date
with Major Kira.

Oh... I suppose it is.

And you haven't
picked out a gift.

Why should I?

The man's experienced
unrequited love

for the better part
of three years

and now that he finally has her

he wants to know why

he should celebrate
their anniversary.

Whatever you're trying
to sell me, it won't work.

Do you think I'm going
to get involved?

No, thank you.

The last thing
I want to deal with

is a panicked lover looking
for a gift at the last minute.

There's a whole Promenade
of shopkeepers out there

if you want to buy a gift.

Hmm. A one-month
anniversary gift.

Did you ever hear of
anything so ridiculous?

Okay.

- So now you...
- Shh!

Now you have him
looking for a gift.

What are you up to?

I tell you, you write it down...

the next thing I know,
I'm in a holding cell.

I won't write a word, I promise.

This is just character research.

Right.

Quark, listen.

I'm working on a crime novel

but I've hit a wall
in my writing.

It's... it's not
truthful anymore...

phony, artificial.

I'm having trouble creating

real flesh-and-blood
characters

especially nefarious ones.

If you could just let me

watch and listen
as you pull off...

whatever it is you're
going to pull off...

it could really help me out.

You could give me insight.

I could even model my
lead character after you.

Lesson Number One.

No one involved
in an extra-legal activity

thinks of himself as nefarious.

Sorry.

I'm a businessman, okay?

Now... if you're interested

in learning more
about my business...

I think that could be arranged.

Great.

But nothing you see or hear
turns up in print

and none of it... none of it...

gets back to your father,
understand?

Completely.

So there is a sun after all.

Of course, now that the sun
is up, I can see

how truly ugly
my new little home is.

There's nothing out there
but dirt and some rocks

and some more dirt
and some more rocks.

Chief?

Uh-huh?

Can I ask you
a personal question?

Sure.

Are you uncomfortable
having me aboard the Defiant?

No.

Why should I be?

Well, I'm a civilian.

Isn't it awkward having me
aboard a warship?

Oh, we've had civilians
aboard before.

Doesn't bother me.

I was afraid you were
going to say that.

- I can hear you!
- I'm sorry?

- Hello?
- Don't worry about...

Hold on a minute.

...receiving your transmission.
Can you hear me?

Hello?!

Hello?

I could hear you two talking.

Can you hear me?

Yes! Yes, we can hear you.

Thank God.

Whoever you are, I love you.

My name's Lisa Cusak.

Until a couple of days ago,

I was the commanding officer
of the Olympia.

The Olympia?

We left the Federation
over eight years ago

for a long-range exploration
of the Beta Quadrant.

What happened
to your ship, Captain?

We were finally heading home,
if you can believe that

but then we picked up
some strange energy readings

in a nearby star system

and I decided to stop
and investigate.

We found an energy barrier
around the fourth planet

that was unlike anything
we'd ever seen

and when we probed it
with our scanners

it triggered a quantum reaction.

There was an enormous surge
of metreon radiation

that disabled our engines.

The next thing I knew

we were spiraling in
toward the surface.

I gave the order to abandon ship

and the last thing I remember

is a console exploding
in my face.

I woke up in an escape pod
on the surface

and I've spent
the last day and a half

sitting in this cave trying
to raise someone on subspace.

Captain, Dr. Bashir,
Chief Medical Officer.

Your message said that you were
on an L-Class planet.

Are you sure?

Positive

and to answer your next question

yes, I've been giving myself
15cc's of tri-ox

every four hours to compensate
for the excess carbon dioxide

in the atmosphere

just like it says
in my medical tricorder.

How much tri-ox
do you have left?

150 milliliters.

Will you reduce the dosage,
Captain

to 8cc's every six hours?

We need to stretch out
your supply as long as possible.

What happens when she runs out
of the drug?

That's a good question, Doctor.
What happens then?

You will begin to experience
the effects of hypoxia

but before that happens,
the tri-ox compound

will have strengthened
your cardiopulmonary system

allowing you
to better withstand the effects.

"Better withstand the effects."

In other words,
I'm going to be gasping for air

and turning different shades of
blue by the time you get here.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Thanks for brightening my day.

Is there anything we can do?

There is, actually.
I can't sleep.

I-I think the injections
are keeping me awake

and I haven't had anyone
to talk to for two days.

We'll be able to help you
with that, Captain.

I'll have one of my officers

stay on the com line
with you at all times.

And order them to enjoy it, too.

Done.

So, who's first?

I think I'd better start.

Sounds good to me.

A lot has happened...
since you left, Captain.

The Second Fleet hit
the Dominion forces

occupying Betazed three
times in the last month

but they keep sending
in reinforcements

and fortifying their positions,
so we find it...

Okay, okay...

That's it, please.
No more war news.

You're depressing me.

Oh, sorry.

No. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for you and me
and everyone in the Federation.

I can't believe we're at war.

Let's change the subject.

How about some good news?

Tell me there's still something

to look forward to
when I get home.

Tell me people
still fall in love

and get married
and raise families.

They do.

Good, and what about you?
Are you married?

No.

Seeing anyone?

I mean, I hate to pry
but I'd like to think

that there's still
something positive

in the life of
a starship captain these days.

I am seeing someone.

Oh, now we're talking.

Tell me about her.
What's her name?

Kasidy Yates.

Kasidy? Is she the same Kasidy
I spoke to earlier?

That's her.

She one of your officers?

No. Civilian.

Freighter Captain.

Uh-oh. Sounds like
you're having problems.

Why would you say
something like that?

There's no joy
in that voice of yours, Ben.

In fact, the tension level
went up when you said her name.

You sounded more relaxed

when you were telling me
about the war.

Ben, are you still there?

Yes.

Yes, I'm still here.

You just...

caught me off-guard...

a little.

I can tell.

You know, back when I
was a junior officer

I dated a civilian
for six years.

Want to hear about it?

Sure you do.

Why? Because it's a funny story
and one of us needs to cheer up.

So we met on Andor.

I was assigned to the Federation
Embassy as an attaché

and he was working in the
Andorian Agricultural Ministry.

Now, at first, I didn't want
anything to do with him.

He kept pointing
his antennae at me

whenever I walked
through his office

and I found that sort of rude.

Excuse me...
coming through.

Excuse me, excuse me...

Odo.

Well... this is it.

Can I see it?

Oh...

very nice.

The Major's going to love it.

How are you going
to give it to her?

What sort of evening
do you have planned?

I don't have anything planned.

Oh... fortunately for you,
there's still time.

Pick one.

A holosuite program?

It's your anniversary.

You have to do
something special.

I bought her a gift.

Have it your way.

But if it were me

and I had found true love
after a lifetime of searching...

every month would be
worth celebrating.

All right.

Let me look at those programs.

Come on.

Looks like the Constable's

going to be busy
Saturday night.

I guess that means

he won't be following
me around the station

or watching the airlocks
for wanted criminals

or monitoring the cargo bays
for illegal transactions.

Well, he has deputies.

Deputies, I can handle.

With Odo out of the way

my biggest problem
will be deciding...

what to do with all the
money I'm going to make!

...both my sisters are teachers.

I don't know how they can do it.

Personally,
I can't stand children.

Uh-huh.

I know... -
I know everybody loves children.

Not me.

Yeah.

What about you?
You like children?

Oh, yeah.

Really?

Yeah.

You know, Doctor,
I'm starting to think

that maybe, just maybe

you're not really
paying attention to...

Wait a minute.

What's that?

There's something moving
out there.

It's getting closer.

What?

Stay back.

No. Don't hurt me.

Captain, what's going on?

Please, stay back.

No, don't...

No!

Captain Cusak, can you hear me?

Hello?

Hello?

God...

She's gone.

Who is this?

What have you done?

I have eaten her.

What?

I've eaten her!

What difference
does it make to you?

You weren't
even listening to her.

You have my sincere apologies.

I was carried away with my work.

I'm a patient, aren't I?

Doesn't that make me
part of your work?

You're right...
you're absolutely right.

I don't know
what I was thinking.

You now have
my complete attention.

Well, I've got news for you,
Doc.

I'm all talked out.

It's time for you
to cheer up one of your patients

and take her mind
off her impending doom.

You're not doomed.

I feel better already.

See how easy that was?

Now keep going.

Oh, what should I talk about?

How did they let you
out of medical school

with this kind
of bedside manner?

Are you sure you're a doctor?

Yes, I graduated
second in my class, in fact.

Oh. And we're especially
proud of that, aren't we?

I get the feeling that it's
going to take me some hours

to crawl out of
this rather sizable hole

I've dug for myself.

Not at all.

It'll take you days.

You have my personal assurance
they're high-quality crystals

and you won't get them
at this price

anywhere else in the Quadrant.

Five days, Cargo Bay 3.
See you then.

I'll take this one.

Ah...

"Paris, 1928."

Nice choice.

Say what you will
about humans today.

Their past was certainly...

romantic.

Well, book us four hours

starting at 2100
on Sunday night.

You mean Saturday.

I mean Sunday.

But Saturday's the anniversary
of your first date.

Yes, but our first
date ended badly.

It's not something
I want to commemorate

so I've decided to celebrate

the anniversary
of our first kiss.

Your first kiss?

Romantic, isn't it?

Aw...

Come on.

Come on.

What's going on?

My partner...

I can't get him on the channel.

He's changed
his com system protocols.

Already?
You just talked to him.

He's a wanted man, Jake.

He has to be very careful

about how often
he uses subspace.

The authorities might try

and trace his signal.

I have no way of contacting him

until he gets here
Saturday night.

Well, can't you just explain
to him that he'll have to wait

another day?

Haven't you been
paying attention?

If he even sets foot
on the station

while Odo's on duty,
we'll both be in a holding cell

faster than you can say
"criminal conspiracy."

Well, what are you going to do?

Th-think.

My best option is, uh...

um...

panic.

When the fighting first
broke out, I thought to myself

"All right, O'Brien,
you've done this before.

"Keep your head down...

"focus on the job
and you'll get through this...

just like you did
in the last war."

But this war is different.

Maybe I'm different.

I have this...

this growing sense of isolation.

I see people.

I... talk to them,
I laugh with them, and...

But some part of me
is always saying...

"They may not be here tomorrow.

Don't get too close."

I'm sorry. I...

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't be laying all this
on your shoulders, Captain.

No, no, it's all right, Miles.
I don't mind.

Sounds like you really need
to talk with someone about this.

I'm sure it's the last thing
you need to hear.

I should be cheering you up.

Forget about me.

You're the one
who needs cheering up.

Now, there's
a sad state of affairs.

Look, you've seen a lot
of combat in the last year.

That's a heavy burden
to carry around.

Are you sure you're a Captain,
not a Counselor?

Oh, I'm sure.

I'll let you in
on a little secret, Miles.

I dislike the whole concept
of a ship's counselor.

Me, too.

I mean, I-I like some of them
personally, but...

But sometimes
they just get in the way.

That's exactly how I feel

but saying it out loud
is almost heresy.

And there's this assumption
nowadays that...

only someone with a diploma

can listen to your problems
or give you advice.

Sometimes, all you need
are good friends.

Exactly.

So where are they?

What? Excuse me?

Where are your friends, Miles?

Why aren't they helping you
through this?

Well, we, uh...

I haven't spoken to them
about any of this.

You know, it's not the kind
of thing you talk about.

Hmm. Well, if you can't talk
to your friends

and you can't talk to your wife,
you know who that leaves.

- A ship's counselor.
- A ship's counselor.

Excuse me, but it's 1800 hours.

Already?

Afraid so.

But we're still talking.

Boys, boys, don't fight over me.

Miles, I'll talk to you
in the morning.

And think about what I said.

All right.

And I will.

Good night, Captain.

Good night.

Well, Julian, don't let me
keep you from your work.

I know how busy you are.

No work tonight.

Oh! So you've decided
to spend your valuable time

conversing
with your patient again.

That's three days in a row.

You must be swamped
with paperwork by now.

I feel awful, keeping you
from your duties like this.

I managed to catch up with
all my paperwork this afternoon

thank you very much.

Let me guess.

Thanks to your amazing
genetically engineered brain

you not only did your work

you did the work of ten
other doctors at the same time.

Well?

But you've answered
the next question

I was going to ask you,
which is "how are you feeling?"

I can hear that you're
in your usual acerbic good mood.

Wrong again,
my superhuman friend.

As a matter of fact,
I'm not feeling well at all.

Tell me.

The last injection
didn't do the trick.

I feel this heavy weight
on my chest.

It's getting harder to breathe

and every time I move my head,
the cave starts spinning.

Come in.

What is it?

Captain Cusak's
run out of tri-ox.

She's beginning to feel
the effects of CO2 poisoning.

Already?

I thought she had at least a
day's worth of injections left.

So did I,
but apparently the last vial

was tainted somehow,
probably in the crash.

How long does she have?

No more than two days.

That's not good.

We're still three days away.

We need more speed.

Speed's not the problem.

I could increase
the warp plasma 97 gigahertz.

That would increase our velocity
to warp 9.5

and save us almost a full day.

The problem on the Defiant is

how to maintain
structural integrity

when we go above warp 9.

Exactly.
At those kind of speeds

the ship literally starts
tearing herself apart.

Is there any way to strengthen
the structural integrity field?

Not without bleeding power
from some other source.

Such as?

The phaser reserves.

That would be unwise.

If we empty the defense reserves

we could find ourselves
at an extreme disadvantage

should we encounter
a Dominion ship.

We're a long way from
the front lines out here, Worf.

The chances of meeting
a Dominion ship are negligible.

We should not take that risk.

She'll die if we do not get
to her faster.

Use the phaser reserve, Chief.

Give us all the speed you can.

Aye, sir.
Thank you, sir.

How's it going?

We're increasing speed.

The Captain's condition
is worsening.

I see.

Is there anything I can do?

I don't think so.

Well, I guess
I'll see you later.

- Right.
- Right.

Are you sure
you want to hear about this?

Trust me, Ben.

I'd much rather be worrying
about your love life

than about my own problems
right now.

Well, when Kasidy came
to the Bridge last night

all I wanted her to do
was leave

and I couldn't tell you why.

She doesn't belong there, Ben.
That's why.

She doesn't belong in that part
of your life, and you know it.

Off duty, I'm sure Kasidy
is exactly what you need

but on the Defiant,
she's a random element...

a piece that doesn't fit
anywhere in the puzzle.

She was the Convoy Liaison
Officer on our last mission

and a damned good one, too.

This isn't about her.

This is about you.

You're having trouble
doing your job

when she's on the Defiant,
and that's a problem.

It's also affecting
your relationship

and that's another problem.

Don't take it so hard.

So you can't mix your personal
life and your professional life.

Most people can't.

I certainly can't.

I once served on the same
starbase as my sister.

Oh, what a nightmare that was.

I look forward
to meeting you, Lisa.

I'm sure I'm not the only one

around here
who feels the same way.

If you ask me...

...everyone on that ship
could use some R&R.

Beautiful, aren't they?

Gorgeous.

Do you know how much
I was going to get for these?

Almost 200 bars.

That's a lot.

No kidding.
That's a lot.

Now... they're just
a crate full of junk.

You know, there's still a chance

that Odo won't find out
about any of this.

No, he'll find out.

Odo would love nothing better
than to see me in jail.

And after all I did for him.

Like what?

Like helping him find true love.

That's right.

If it wasn't for me

he and Major Kira would
never have gotten together

in the first place.

I was there for him

during all the heartache
and the lonely nights.

He was wallowing in misery

because she was
still seeing Shakaar.

I told him to make his move.

I told him not to give up.

I was there for him.

And what did I get out of it?

Nothing.

He still spies on me.

He still bothers me

about minor infractions
of the law.

And he still can't wait
for the opportunity

to send me to prison.

I should have remembered
the 285th Rule of Acquisition.

"No good deed
ever goes unpunished."

To failure.

I'm not drinking to that.

Jake, in ten minutes

my business partner's ship
will dock.

In 15 minutes,
Odo will arrest him.

In 20 minutes,
my name will come up.

And in 25 minutes, Odo will walk
in here with a warrant.

I think you should humor me
on this one.

Quark...

I'd like
that holosuite now after all.

You would.

That's right.

Turns out
Nerys agrees with you.

She wants to celebrate
the anniversary

of our first date,
not our first kiss.

So here we are.

Is the holosuite
still available?

It's, um... it's all yours.

The program?

Odo?

Have a good time.

Thank you, Quark.

I'm sure we will.

I don't believe it.

Neither do I.

I'm going to win this one, Jake.

You know what the best part is?

I beat Odo.

I finally beat him.

Jake, I did it.

I've beat him.

Well, he looks happy.

He should be.

He's about to make
his biggest profit of the year.

I don't know, Odo.

You sure you want
to let him get away

with smuggling Denevan crystals?

I owe him one.

So he'll get this one...

but just this one.

Why is it every time
I think I have you figured out

you do something
to surprise me?

Like tonight.

Where did you get the idea

to celebrate our one-month
anniversary in Paris?

Well, some mysteries

are better left unsolved.

I want a complete scan
of that barrier

but use passive sensors
only, gentlemen.

An active scan is what triggered
the destruction of the Olympia.

Aye, sir.

It appears to be
an exogenic field

generated by the unstable
elements in the planet's core.

Captain Cusak
just lost consciousness.

She's in the last stages
of CO2 poisoning.

If she's got any chance at all

we have to get her to Sick Bay
in the next 45 minutes.

Captain, there's no way

the Defiant can
penetrate the barrier.

The energy's composed
of subspace metreon radiation.

If we get anywhere near it

the dilithium matrix
in the warp core will collapse

and we'll be pulled down
onto the planet's surface

just like the Olympia.

Options?

Could we beam through it?

No. We can't get close enough
to the barrier

to initiate transport.

What about a shuttlepod?

Their impulse engines
don't use antimatter.

It is unlikely that
a shuttle could withstand

the gravimetric stresses
that are within the barrier.

Unlikely but not impossible.

I didn't come all this way
to give up.

I'll take the risk.

Doctor, Mr. O'Brien,
you're with me.

Mr. Worf, you have the Bridge.

Aye, sir.

Sisko to Defiant.

We're preparing
to enter the barrier.

Acknowledged.

Good luck, Captain.

Thank you, Commander.

Shields down to 73 percent.

Primary power grid off-line.

Switching to backups.

Shields at 50 percent.

We're losing
the navigational computer.

Secondary nav comp on line.

We're coming out of it.

Damage report.

Some buckling
in the starboard hull plating

but otherwise, we're fine.

Scan the planet, Doctor.

Not showing any life sign.

Wait. I found the crash site...

and the cave.

Is there somewhere
we can set down nearby?

Yes.

How are we for time?

It's going to be tight.

We've got to get her
in the shuttle

and back on the ship
in 20 minutes.

Still no life readings.

This has to be
the only direction

she could have been headed in.

Over here.

It was a human female...

51 years of age
at time of death.

Cause of death,
carbon dioxide poisoning.

It can't be Lisa.

That woman's been dead
for years.

Three years and two months,
but all the evidence fits.

Age, rank...

the way she died.

If she's been dead
for three years

how has she
been talking to us?

It must have something to do
with the energy barrier.

When her subspace radio signal

passed
through the metreon radiation

in the barrier,
the signal somehow

time-shifted into the future.

Then when you sent
the return signal...?

It went through the barrier

and traveled back in time
in the same way.

We've been talking to someone
from the past?

So what do we do now?

We should bury her.

No, not here.

Not alone in this cave.

We'll take her back with us...

give her a proper burial...

among friends.

It's called an Irish wake.

It's a way
to memorialize a death

and celebrate life
at the same time.

What are we supposed to do?

Well, drink, sing songs...

laugh, cry,
talk about the deceased.

It sounds almost Klingon.

Hey.

Hey, yourself.

When this is over...

I want to talk to you
about something...

something that's
been on my mind.

Okay.

Um, is it about me?

Well, it-it's about
me, actually.

Oh, that's a relief.

I want to try to explain

about my behavior lately.

Oh...

Sounds good to me.

But we'll talk about it
over dinner.

You cook.

That's a deal.

I, um...

I just wanted to say
that, um...

although I only talked with her
for a very short time

I really admired Lisa Cusak.

I cared about her
and I'm going to miss her.

And another thing.

Contrary to public opinion

I am not the arrogant,
self-absorbed

God-like doctor
that I appear to be on occasion.

Why don't I hear anybody
objecting to that statement?

Well, I will if you insist.

I insist.

Then I object.

Thank you,
Miles Edward O'Brien.

No, I have a heart

and I really care
about all of you

even though sometimes
it would appear

that I care more about my work.

To the woman who, uh, taught me

that it is sometimes necessary
to say these things...

Lisa Cusak.

- To Lisa.
- To Lisa.

I never shook her hand...

and I never saw her face...

but she, she made me laugh...

and she made me weep.

She was all by herself

and I was surrounded
by my friends.

Yet I felt more alone
than she did.

We've grown apart,
the lot of us.

We didn't mean for it to happen

but it did.

The war changed us.

It... pulled us apart.

Lisa Cusak was my friend...

but you are also my friends

and I want my friends in my life

because someday
we're going to wake up

and we're going to find

that someone is missing
from this circle

and on that day,
we're going to mourn...

and we shouldn't
have to mourn alone.

To Lisa

and the sweet sound
of her voice.