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Last time on
Star Trek: Deep Space Nine...

Starfleet has chosen you

to plan the invasion
of Cardassia.

I managed to save
the Dax symbiont.

There was... nothing
I could do for Jadzia.

Federation soldiers
have landed on Cardassian soil

and now you're telling me
the wormhole is gone?

And with it,

any chance of getting reinforcements
from the Gamma Quadrant.

Why aren't you still here,
Jadzia?

I need you to help me
sort things out.

Something's happened
to the Prophets...

something that's made them
turn their backs on Bajor

and I'm responsible,

and I don't know
what to do about it,

how to make... it right again.

I've failed as the Emissary...

and for the first time
in my life,

I've failed in my duty
as a Starfleet officer.

The station's all yours, Major.

She'll be here
when you get back.

Let's go home, Jake.

And now, the continuation.

Colonel.

I wish you'd stop doing that.

- Doing what?
- Calling me by my rank.

I was promoted two months ago.

Besides, it sounds so formal.

Well, has Admiral Ross --
or should I say "Bill" --

arrived yet?

The Admiral's ship
is due in three hours

and I wish I knew what he
wanted to talk to me about.

Maybe he's bringing good news.

We could certainly use it.

Yeah, well, don't get
your hopes up.

There was something about
the tone of his voice.

Something ominous?

Something pleasant.

It was like he was going
out of his way to be nice.

I see.

Well, whatever he wants
to tell me,

he knows I'm not
going to like it.

And how can you be so sure?

It comes with the job.

Uh-huh.

No, I'm serious.

Sitting in the Captain's chair,
having that kind of responsibility --

it focuses you.

Well, I'll take
your word for it.

How long have they been there?

Three days.

I remember when the cult

of the Pah-wraiths
used to be a joke.

Now those red armbands are
appearing all over Bajor.

It's like everyone's gone crazy.

A lot of people feel
abandoned by the Prophets.

Believe me, I know
how they feel.

It's no excuse
to turn to hate and fear.

In times of trouble,

some people find comfort
in hate and fear.

If you like, I can charge
them with loitering

and have them removed
from the station.

Ah, what good would that do?

I keep thinking if the
Emissary were here...

things might be different.

I would've thought we would've
heard from Captain Sisko by now.

Not a word in three months.

Nerys...

I realize that things may seem

bleak at the moment,
but there's always hope.

When did you turn
into an optimist?

Must've been that day
in front of Quark's

when we kissed
for the first time.

Hmm.

That was some kiss, wasn't it?

Changed my life.

Gentlemen... we are home.

Oh, there should be a law
against convoy duty

lasting more than ten days.

I'll say one thing
for guarding convoys --

it's usually a lot safer than
being on the front lines.

Is that the reason you joined
Starfleet, Ensign --

to be safe?

I... I didn't mean that
the way it sounded, sir.

In wartime, it is the duty
of every soldier to fight.

Yes, sir.

The invasion of Cardassia
has ground to a halt

while our casualties
continue to mount.

It is a time for warriors
to do great deeds,

to triumph in glorious battles,

not waste away protecting
a shipment of stem bolts.

I hope Commander Worf
doesn't think I'm afraid to fight.

Relax. Don't take it
so personally.

Worf is just going through
a bad time at the moment.

I think he needs to focus on
something other than Jadzia

and I hate to admit it,

but a little combat duty
might just do the trick.

Pretty soon the Defiant
will be going into battle.

Worf will be happy and the
rest of us will be miserable.

It's not that
I'm afraid to fight.

I just don't want to die.

I wish Captain Sisko were here.

So do I, Ensign.

So do I.

If I were you,

I'd order the crawfish étouffée.

And if it's good enough for you,
it's good enough for him.

I think table five
is ready to order.

He's been at that piano
since 7:00 this morning.

The customers seem to like it.

Grandpa...

Look, I'm worried, too.

But he's got something
to work out.

Best we leave him alone.

We've left him alone
for the past three months.

He said he came here

to figure out a way
to contact the Prophets,

to make things right.

So far, he hasn't even left
the restaurant.

Dad...

what's wrong?

Dad?

I had a vision
from the Prophets.

I was on Tyree in the desert...

digging in the sand.

And I uncovered a face...

the face of a woman.

And?

And that's all.

Who was she?

I've never seen her before.

But now I know why
I came back here, Jake.

I have to find her.

I have to.

Colonel, I really don't see

anything for you
to be concerned about.

I've met Senator Cretak

and found her to be...
very cooperative.

For a Romulan.

Cretak's a strong supporter
of the Alliance

and we're going to need that kind of
support if we're going to win this war.

I wouldn't care if the Romulans
were the only thing

standing between us
and total annihilation.

I would still think twice

before allowing
them to establish

a military presence
here on the station.

We're just talking
about a few officers

for the Senator and her staff.

And a contingent
of personal guards--

A dozen people at most.

Besides, it's just
a temporary arrangement

until the end of the war.

And when will that be?

Let's get one thing straight,
Colonel.

I came here
as a courtesy to you.

This decision
has already been made.

And I have to live with it.

That's right.

You've done a fine job
taking over for Captain Sisko.

I'm just keeping his seat warm.

You still think
he's coming back?

Don't you?

I'll be in touch.

As you can see, we've halted the
Klingon advance against Monac IV.

We estimate their casualties
to be at least 30 percent.

They should've been higher.

Nevertheless,
congratulations, Damar.

The enemy remains bottled up
in the Chin'toka system

and that's where they'll stay
until we destroy them.

I'd offer you a glass, but I know
how much you dislike kanar.

I'm beginning to think
you like it too much.

I wouldn't trust a Cardassian

that didn't enjoy a glass of
kanar every once in a while.

Tell me, Damar,

when you're alone,

do you even bother with a glass

or do you just drink that swill
directly from the bottle?

Depends on my mood,

and right now,
I feel like celebrating.

We owe Gul Dukat
a debt of gratitude.

Unfortunately, I agree.

Somehow, releasing that
Pah-wraith into the wormhole

has shifted the momentum
of the war into our favor.

You ever wonder what goes on?

Inside the wormhole, I mean?

Not really.

The Prophets and the Pah-wraiths
locked in some form of...

celestial battle.

It's fascinating.

I never realized you had
such a vivid imagination.

There's a lot about
me you don't know.

Just remember --

too much imagination can be...

dangerous.

Dad, Grandpa and I

are going to Armstrong Park
to listen to some music.

- You want to come?
- You two go ahead.

Who's that?

The woman in my vision.

I don't want to forget her face.

I'll see you in the morning.

Hey, I-I've seen her before.

Where?

In a photograph.

Yeah, I'll be right back.

Here she is.

I knew it.

That's her, isn't it?

She's with Grandpa.

I don't understand.

Who is she?

Why don't you ask Grandpa?

Ask me what?

This woman.

Where'd you get this?

I found it last week when I was
cleaning out the storage room.

I-I meant to ask you about it.

So, who is she, Dad?

No one at all.
You hear me?

She's no one at all.

Hey, pally, where you
been keeping yourself?

Convoy duty.

Doesn't sound very exciting.

It was not.

Well, if you're looking
for some action,

you've come to the right place.

What do you say we hit
the crap tables, huh?

Or maybe some blackjack
to get the blood pumping?

Sing the song.

I don't think that's
such a good idea.

Sing the song.

Come on, pally, why rub
salt in an open wound?

You are a hologram.

You are programmed
to do as I say.

Sing the song.

It's your dime.
Park it right there.

And don't say I didn't warn you.

Which reminds me of a story
Joey once told me--

Sing!

Son of a gun,
I think he means it.

Hey, you heard the man.

♪ When somebody loves you ♪

♪ It's no good
unless he loves you ♪

♪ All the way ♪

♪ Happy to be near you ♪

♪ When you need someone
to cheer you ♪

♪ All the way ♪

♪ Taller
than the tallest tree is ♪

♪ That's how it's got to feel ♪

♪ Deeper
than the deep blue sea is ♪

♪ That's how deep it goes
if it's real ♪

♪ When somebody needs you ♪

♪ It's no good
unless he needs you ♪

♪ All the way ♪

♪ Through the good
or lean years ♪

♪ And through all
the in-between years ♪

♪ Come what may ♪

♪ For who knows
where the road will lead us ♪

♪ Only a fool would say ♪

♪ But if you let me love you ♪

♪ It's for sure
I'm gonna love you ♪

♪ All the way ♪

This monitor is still off line.

I want it operational
within the hour.

I hope all the chairs
on this station

aren't this uncomfortable.

I'm afraid they are.

But don't worry,
you'll get used to them.

I'm sure I will.

You must be Colonel Kira.

I'm sorry I wasn't at
the airlock to greet you

- when you arrived, but I was--
- No need to explain, Colonel.

You must be quite busy.

I hope you find your
accommodations satisfactory

other than the chairs,
of course.

I'm sure we'll be
quite comfortable here.

I trust that won't be
a problem for you.

Meaning what?

My people have
a reputation for arrogance.

I'm afraid it's well-earned.

But you're different.

Or so Admiral Ross tells me.

The Admiral and I have
a good working relationship.

I hope to have
a similar one with you.

I'd like nothing more.

Then I look forward to working
with you toward our common goal --

the destruction of the Dominion.

Worf did this?

With his own two hands.

And it's not the first time
he's busted up the joint.

I don't care
how much he threatens me,

that's the last time
I ever sing "All the Way."

If he wants to hear it again,
let him buy a Sinatra album.

"All the Way"?

That was Jadzia's favorite song.

I'm sorry, Vic, but you're
going to have to forgive him.

He's having a hard time
accepting her death.

So am I, but you don't see me
busting up the joint.

- She wasn't your wife.
- She should have been.

There is something wrong.

That's what I've
been telling you.

Klingons usually have a shorter
mourning period than humans.

They accept death
more readily than we do.

Well, something
is driving Worf cuckoo.

Your buddy needs
some serious help

and soon.

The band is threatening to quit.

They can't quit.

They're holograms.

They don't know that.

I'll see what I can do.

Hang in there, pally.

I'll try,

but I think Jadzia's death
has made us all a little cuckoo.

Dad?

You should be in bed.

Not until you tell me
what I need to know.

I already told you.

She's no one.

You're going to have
to do better than that.

Leave it be, Ben.

I can't.

I saw her.

The vision
the Prophets sent me --

she was the woman in the desert.

That's impossible.

I'm telling you, I saw her.

You couldn't have.

Dad, please, who is she?

I'm sorry, but I don't
want to talk about it.

- Dad...
- No.

You have to tell me!

I need to know who she is!

Her name was Sarah.

I met her in June of '31.

It was in Jackson Square.

She was, without a doubt,

the most beautiful woman
I'd ever seen.

Two months later...

we were married.

Married?

You had a wife before Mama?

It's a little bit more
complicated than that, Ben.

You see...

Sarah was your mother.

Sarah and I were married
for two years.

She seemed very happy.

I certainly was.

Two days after
your first birthday,

she disappeared.

What do you mean,
she disappeared?

She left me.

Why?

I've asked myself that
question a thousand times.

I never did come
up with the answer.

And you never found out
what happened to her?

It took me three years,
but I found out.

She was living in Australia

working as a holo-photographer.

Well, I have to speak with her.

You can't.

Damn it, Dad, I have to.

She's dead.

She died in a
hovercraft accident

about a month before
I tracked her down.

I loved that woman...

and-and she loved me.

I-I know she did.

Why didn't you tell me
about her?

I wanted to, many times,

but you were so young
when she left.

I grew up.

I thought that might
make it easier, but it didn't.

That's no excuse.

I know. I-I'm sorry,

but you see,

you and your stepmother
were so close.

She... made you laugh

like nobody else,

and I didn't want anything
to get in the way of that.

I loved Mama.

Nothing would've changed that.

She said the same thing.

You should've listened to her.

Life is full of choices.

You make them and
hope for the best.

Sometimes you're right, and...

sometimes you're not.

I made a mistake.

Yeah...

you did.

I-I... I still don't understand

why the Prophets would send you
a vision of Sarah.

I came back here
to clear my head,

to try to figure out
what to do next.

Maybe learning the truth
about my mother

is the first step
of this journey.

Well, from here on out,

I hope the Prophets keep
their noses out of my business.

Are there any other secrets
I should know about?

Just my gumbo recipe,

but I'm taking that to my grave.

Colonel...

I was just coming to see you.

What is it?

Nothing. I...

I just never thought I'd see
a Romulan eating a jumjastick.

I was... curious.

And?

It has a...

distinct flavor.

Personally, I can't
stand them -- too sweet.

Then you should try a
Romulan osol twist -- very tart.

I'll do that.

I wanted to let you know
that a squadron of warbirds

will be arriving at the station
tomorrow morning for refitting.

I'll tell Chief O'Brien

to start replicating
Romulan system modules.

Excellent.

I had no idea Bajorans
were so efficient.

Coming from a Romulan,
that's quite a compliment.

Oh, one more thing.

It's about Bajor's fourth moon.

Derna.

It's uninhabited, correct?

Last time I checked.

Do you think your
government would allow us

to set up a hospital
facility there?

Too many of our
wounded are dying

on the long journey
back to Romulus.

I'll ask
the Council of Ministers.

I'd appreciate anything
you can do.

You've got to get him talking,

but whatever you do,
don't mention Jadzia.

Let him do that.

I don't think Worf
wants to talk about her.

Well, he may not want to,
but he needs to, I think,

and given the right
circumstances, he will.

Well, we have one circumstance
in our favor.

2301 -- a very good year
for bloodwine.

I'll let you do your work.

You sure one bottle's
going to be enough?

Goodbye, Julian.

- Chief.
- Can I come in?

Why?

Well, because it's
been a long time

since we shared one of these.

Got any glasses?

None that are clean.

Well, who needs glasses, eh?

Cheers.

Mmm.

Warm the cockles.

Very smooth.

- Good night, Chief.
- Well, hold on.

- You call that a visit?
- I enjoyed it.

Come on, Worf.
I came to talk.

About what?

Anything you want.

Old friends, the Enterprise...

Remember what's his name?

Ah, eh, Lieutenant Barclay?

Who can forget him?

Those holosuite
programs of his, huh?

Three Musketeers.

Yeah -- Geordi waving
that sword around.

Oh...

That's better.

So, what did you find out?

That you should never try
to match drinks with a Klingon.

Yeah, yeah, but what did
you and Worf talk about?

What do you care?

Because some day
that crazy Klingon

may get tired of smashing
up a holosuite bar

and decide to come down here
and smash up a real one.

What did you talk about?

A lot of things.

His son, Alexander...

growing up in Russia...

the proper way to eat gagh.

But what does any of that
have to do with Jadzia?

Nothing.

It wasn't until about 0400

when we were polishing off
the third bottle of bloodwine

that he even mentioned Jadzia.

You know, this could
be a little sweeter.

Miles, what did he say
about her?

She's not in Sto-Vo-Kor.

You mean Klingon heaven?

What would she be doing there?
She wasn't a Klingon.

As far as Worf is concerned,
she was.

Well, she did join
the House of Martok.

Then what makes him think
she's not in Sto-Vo-Kor?

Well, for one thing,

she never ate the heart
of one of her enemies.

She always was
a little squeamish.

And secondly, she didn't die
in glorious battle.

You mean being murdered
by a Pah-wraith

in cold blood doesn't count?

Do you want to know
what's bothering Worf or not?

There's more?

Well, apparently there is a way

for Worf to ensure that Jadzia
gets into Sto-Vo-Kor.

He has to win
a great battle in her name.

Well, I could let him
beat me at tongo.

Not good enough.

Unless he has to carve his way

through a hundred Jem'Hadar
to get to the table.

Why does everything with
Klingons have to involve bloodshed?

No wonder he's so frustrated
with convoy duty.

Maybe we should talk
to Admiral Ross.

Oh, yeah, I can see it now.

"Admiral, could you please
send the Defiant

"on the most dangerous mission
you can think of?

Jadzia needs to get
into Sto-Vo-Kor."

- Sounds good to me.
- Then you ask him.

What about General Martok?

He's due to arrive
on the station tomorrow morning.

Good thinking.

Who better than a Klingon
to help a Klingon?

It's a beautiful night,
isn't it?

I'm sure you're right.

You thinking about Sarah?

Actually, I was
thinking about Jadzia.

She always used to be here
to help me sort things out.

I miss her.

I know you do.

I came out to give you this.

It was Sarah's.

I want you to have it.

I think she would've, too.

Thanks, Dad.

There's some kind
of writing on the back.

What's the matter?

This writing...

it's... ancient Bajoran.

What does it say?

I don't know,

but I intend to find out.

I still don't understand

why Sarah would have a locket
with Bajoran writing on it.

I don't recall her ever
mentioning Bajor to me.

Maybe she didn't
know it was Bajoran.

Maybe it was a gift
or something.

Finally! Some progress.

What is it?

The inscription -- it says,
"Orb of the Emissary."

I never knew there was
an Orb of the Emissary.

I've never heard of it, either.

At least, there's no mention of
it in the ancient Bajoran texts.

Sounds like you've
reached a dead end.

Not necessarily.

What if the Orb does exist?

What if it didn't go dark
like all the others

when the wormhole disappeared?

If you can find it,

maybe you can find a way
to contact the Prophets.

Oh, I'm going to find it.

But it could be anywhere.

Where do you begin to look?

Tyree.

Why there?

Because that's where I was

in the vision the
Prophets sent me.

Are these the
latest casualty reports?

From the Dominion counterattack

in the Chin'toka system.

I'm afraid that your people took
the brunt of the assault.

What matters is that
we held our position.

As for our casualties,

at least we now have the
hospital complex on Derna

to care for the wounded

and we have you
to thank, Colonel.

Oh no, all I did was put in your
request to the Council of Ministers.

They made the decision.

Under your advisement, I'm sure.

All of Romulus owes you
a debt of gratitude.

I'll keep that in mind.

Do you have a moment?

I do for you.

This morning,
a Starfleet transport

filled with wounded
was denied permission

to dock at the Romulan
hospital complex on Derna.

Well, the hospital may not be
equipped to treat other species.

I thought the same thing myself

until I noticed that most
of the wounded were Vulcans.

Vulcans and Romulans
share a common physiology.

And a mutual distrust
of one another.

That doesn't change just because
they're allies against the Dominion.

True, but how do you explain
these sensor readings?

High concentrations
of trilithium isotopes.

Which indicates the presence
of Romulan plasma torpedoes.

I'll look into it.

Defend yourself, Worf!

So, how do you like convoy duty?

I don't.

Good. I was afraid you
might be getting soft.

I need a First Officer
for a dangerous mission.

How dangerous?

Dangerous enough to assure
Jadzia a place in Sto-Vo-Kor.

In that case, you have found
your First Officer.

Excellent.

It will be a great victory.

I will make sure of it.

How many clams you think
you've cleaned since we got here?

A lot. That was going
to be my last batch,

but then I got to thinking.

Maybe I'll take a couple
of sacks along with me

tomorrow on the runabout.

Give me something to do
on the way to Tyree.

You're kidding, right?

Jake...

if I never see another clam...

- It'll be too soon.
- ...it'll be too soon.

Whoo!

Can I help you?

Emissary, I've come
a long way to see you.

This moment is sacred,

one that will be
long remembered.

That's ancient Bajoran.

The Emissary is wise.

Well, thank you, but, uh...

right now, the Emissary
has to get back to work.

Your work is finished.

The Orb you are seeking --

the Orb of the Emissary?

What did you say?

You're never going to find it.

Grandpa! Grandpa!

Today's special
is shrimp creole.

Uh, actually,
it's barbecued shrimp.

Excuse me.

Where were you?

They told me you were released
from the hospital two hours ago.

I had to give a
report to Starfleet Security.

And the Bajoran
that attacked you --

who was he?

He was a member of a cult
that worships the Pah-wraith.

They believe that the
disappearance of the Prophets

will herald a new era for Bajor.

I don't suppose I can talk
you out of going to Tyree?

If you're worried
about the cult--

I figure you can handle them.

But if the cult knows you're
looking for the Orb of the Emissary,

chances are the
Pah-wraiths do as well

and that does worry me.

Well, here's to Worf

and the success of his mission.

I don't see why
the two of you are so happy.

An entire Klingon fleet
failed to destroy

the Dominion shipyards
on Monac IV.

What makes you think one
ship will do any better?

The element of surprise.

If you ask me, it's not
a mission -- it's suicide.

You're beginning
to depress me, Quark.

Why? You're not going.

You can't be serious.

I've never been
more serious in my life.

I'm going to help Jadzia
get into Sto-Vo-Kor.

What makes you think she wants
to spend eternity there?

I know I certainly wouldn't.

Imagine what it must be like!

Hordes of rampaging Klingons

fighting and singing, sweating

and belching.

Sounds like this place
on a Saturday night.

Would you want
to spend eternity here?

You know, that's a good point.

What if Jadzia would prefer
to go to, you know,

wherever it is that Trills go
when their time is up?

Miles, you don't understand.

You weren't as close to her
as I was.

This gives me a chance
to honor her memory

and I'm going to take it

and that, my friend,
is my final word on the subject.

Well, you know
what this means, don't you?

Yes -- that I am risking my life
for a very dubious cause.

No.

It means, I'm going
to risk my life for a friend

who's risking his life
in a very dubious cause.

You're going with him?

Well, somebody has to make sure
he comes back in one piece.

Miles, I don't know what to say.

I'm touched.

You're both touched.

You want to get Jadzia
into Sto-Vo-Kor?

Fine, fine, I'm all for it.

But can't you do something
more sensible?

Make a donation in her name,
or bribe someone.

It doesn't work that way, Quark.

Be nice if it did.

Third Fleet has requested two more
attack wings of Romulan warbirds.

- That shouldn't be a problem.
- Now, if we--

Senator, I have
a message for you

from the Bajoran
Council of Ministers.

We're in the
middle of a meeting--

Sorry, sir.
This can't wait.

Apparently, we are no
longer welcome on Derna.

They want to close
down the hospital?

No, the hospital
isn't the problem.

- Then what is?
- The 7,000 plasma torpedoes

the Romulans have
secretly deployed there.

Is this true, Senator?

The weapons are for
defensive purposes only.

Well, my government
doesn't agree.

You're to begin
an immediate evacuation.

I'm afraid that's impossible.

Let's try to stay calm.

I'm sure we can reach
some sort of compromise.

Not this time, Admiral.

My government considers
a Romulan presence on Derna

to be a direct threat to Bajor.

This is ridiculous.

I regret not informing
your government

about our weapon emplacements,

but I didn't think
it was necessary.

We're your ally.

Then remove the weapons.

That would leave
the hospital unprotected.

Bajor will guarantee its safety.

I'm afraid that's
not acceptable.

Either you remove those weapons,

or we will.

See that Gul Yaltar
of the Third Order

receives this immediately.

Have you heard?

The Romulans have
taken over a Bajoran moon

and heavily fortified it.

My guess is that the Bajorans
aren't happy about that.

Would you be?

This is the sort
of unfortunate situation

that could destroy an alliance.

That would be a pity.

Romulans -- they're so
predictably treacherous.

What's going on?

Why is the restaurant closed?

I am going on vacation to Tyree.

We're coming with you, Dad.

Have you both lost your minds?

Apparently, it runs
in the family.

Well, you've obviously
already packed your bags.

Yes, and I even brought
my toothbrush.

Oh, nothing I hate more
than turning away a customer.

I'm sorry. We're closed.

That's all right,
Mr. Sisko.

I'm not hungry.
I'm here to see Ben.

Well, you're in luck.

Five more minutes
and he'd have been gone.

Hello, Benjamin.

Do I know you?

It's me...

Dax.