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Previously on Star Trek:
Strange New Worlds...

Apologies.
My mind has not been easy

to quiet lately.

We've been heading

in different directions
for a while now.

I should have
been there for you.

Spock, there's no tragedy

in a romance reaching
its natural conclusion.

-Want to talk?
-How can we love

the people in our lives
so deeply...

-How?
-Here!

-Hey! Get in here.
-Hi, Dad.

and then, one day,

simply never see them again?

I don't know what happened.

The thought of losing you
gave me

the power I needed to open up
the fabric of space and time.

Maybe memory
is as real as the present

and no one we have ever loved
is truly gone.

Captain.

You had us all worried.

Follow my light.

What happened?

You were in
a terrible shuttle accident.

I was?

Everything looks so different.

So...

It's bright and...
I don't know... hazy?

Did you change the lights?

Do you remember anything?

You were caught
in an asteroid belt.

The dreaded
Abbott-Chancellor Collision.

It's a good thing
you were once an ace test pilot.

Otherwise you'd be dead.

Now tell me,

what is the last thing
you remember?

Oh. Uh,

hosting a captain's table
after we returned

from the Kiriaki mission.

That was two weeks ago.

Two weeks? What?

Your injury is worse
than I thought.

It can only mean one thing.

What?

You have...

cosmic amnesia.

Do you hear that?

Oh.

Are we back in the musical?

-Doctor. I have an update on Lieutenant Spock.
-Oh, thank God.

What? What happened to Spock?

He was with you on the shuttle.

I know you did
everything you could, but...

he suffered severe
blunt force trauma to his torso,

where his heart is located.

He went into cardiac arrest.

And to save him,

I had to...

Y-You had to what? What-what is
with the dramatic pauses?

Both of you. Come on.

I had to induce a coma.

Has he been here
this entire time?

You did what you had to do.

He'll need...

a heart transplant.

Really?

But he looks fine.

There is one hope.

An experimental surgery.

A living heart transplant.

The risk is enormous.

To clone
a living donor's heart...

What are you looking at?

Both patients could die.

Or worse.

La'An thinks she's found

a donor.

She's taken a shuttle
to go and get them.

Computer, am I in a simulation?

Negative.

-No simulation detected.
-What?

Captain, you leave me no choice.

Until you complete
a full cognitive evaluation,

I must relieve you of duty.

Okay. All right.

This is going too far.

It is necessary.

I will set up an appointment
with Dr. Chivers.

The ship's counselor?

Oh, she is brilliant.

You are in good hands.

Uh-huh. And, uh...

what about Spock?

Once La'An
gets back, we can start

-the procedure.
-I'm discharging you for now.

But I need you to rest.

Doctor's orders.

Off you go.

Computer.

Scan for any and all anomalies
on board Enterprise, please.

Processing.

Good afternoon, Captain Pike.

Dr. Chivers.

Well, I'm surprised
you recognize me

after canceling
so many of our appointments.

Okay. Well, um...

y-you're a therapist.

Can I ask you a question?

What might cause someone
to act...

melodramatic?

Captain, I need you
to focus on these tests.

Because if you
don't perform satisfactorily,

you could be removed from duty.

Permanently.

Great.

Like chronitons
through the hourglass,

so are the days
of the Enterprise.

Cue credits.

Space.

The final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

Its five-year mission:

to explore strange new worlds...

to seek out new life

and new civilizations...

to boldly go
where no one has gone before.

I came as soon
as I got your message.

Am I a potential donor?

I know
the live transplant is risky,

but if it means saving
Spock's life, I'm ready.

Nyota, you're not a match.

But your DNA test

did reveal...

something else.

What is it?

I'm breaking Starfleet protocol
by disclosing this.

It's no mistake.

I confirmed it.

How is this possible?

La'An to Enterprise.

I have Spock's donor.

Setting return course.

Oh, you're up.

About time.

What's wrong?

Cat got your tongue?

Now,

to what do I owe the pleasure
of the best prison break

I have ever been party to?

And I assure you,

I have been party to many.

Did I say you could talk?

I broke you out of that prison
for one reason.

To save your brother's life.

Sybok.

Your latest mission
was less than 48 hours after

your previous mission.

That seem like
a fast turnaround?

No.

Are we done here?

None of this is relevant
to what's happening on the ship.

Do you believe
that your duties take precedence

-over your well-being?
-That's the oath.

Federation, Starfleet,
and my crew come first. Yes.

Personal leave
is part of conditioning.

Even for captains.

Scan for anomalies
aboard USS Enterprise complete.

There are
zero anomalous entities found

on the USS Enterprise.

I need to figure out
what's going on.

Captain, we're not do...

-Captain, I need to talk to you.
-You see it, too, right?

Everyone acting weird?
Please tell me you do.

Sir?

No. This is...

personal.

I'm not even sure
how to tell you.

What?

Captain.

I'm your daughter.

This is not happening.

La'An just sent a message.

She has the donor.

What a genuine miracle.

I must prepare immediately.

We cannot afford
even the slightest error.

Joseph, is something wrong?

I left some additional notes
in my quarters.

Prep the second
surgical station.

I'll be back shortly.

Captain.

I'm your daughter.

You're my daughter.
Heard you the first time.

You're my daughter how?

I was just as surprised as you

when Christine told me
about our DNA.

But you had parents.

Yes.

It's true.

I lost my family
in a shuttle accident years ago.

I was adopted.

I never knew my birth parents.

The only clue I had was this
old recipe book left with me

at the orphanage.

I spent my whole life

wondering who lovingly wrote out
these recipes.

And now I know.

It was you, Captain.

That was

very brave of you.

Why don't you sit.

Oh. No, no.

No, no, no, no. No.

We're not doing this.

Nyota, I read your file.

You're not adopted.

And even though I think of you...

really, the rest of the crew...
as family...

I don't have a daughter.

But whatever's
making you think that I do

is real.
It-It's affecting the ship.

Nothing looks the way
it's supposed to.

No one's acting the way
that they're supposed to.

And even though the scan
turned up no anomalies...

I've seen this before.

Our lives turned upside down
by a higher-dimensional being

who can evade those scans.

This...

fancy coat god...

guy.

Could Captain
Pike please stick to the script?

You're surprised Lieutenant
Uhura is your daughter,

but, ultimately,
you do believe her.

All right.

Show yourself.

Ball of energy.

Whatever you are.

The name is Tre...

Don't really care.

Why are you torturing
my crew again?

Oh, no, no. This is
nothing like my last visit.

No, that was based
on pettiness and spite.

I've grown.

What you are witnessing now

is my Great Human Experiment.

Of late, I've been studying your
breed in a more formal capacity.

And during my erudition,

I fell in love with an art form
that explores the raw,

unrepentant beauty
of human emotion.

It is...

body cleaning theater.

You turned Enterprise
into a soap opera.

Will you stop that?

Oh. So you are familiar.

Good. 'Cause I feel you humans
have very high potential.

And I'll be defending
that thesis to my proctors.

You turned us into a soap opera

for a school project?

It's more of a dissertation.

The premise...

The premise is simply

space adventures
leave little time

for humans to deal
with their inner struggles.

So I've crafted
some individualized situations

just to get around all that.

Think of it as a gift.

For last time.

Apology not accepted.

Now put back our reality

and leave Enterprise
immediately.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

For one, there's my evaluation.

And, also,
there's that other hiccup.

What other hiccup?

You, Captain Pike.

You see,

while the other storylines are
snapping along spectacularly,

you, for some reason,

seem to realize
that you're in an experiment

and you're not playing ball.

You didn't do this to me
on purpose?

No. Of course not.

I learn from my mistakes,
Captain.

But, unfortunately,

until you figure out
your internal struggle,

I cannot end the experiment.

So we're trapped.

Believe me,
I'm as unhappy as you are.

Because if you fail, I fail.

And if I fail,

well,

you might become a stone.

Or perhaps a squid.

Or maybe even that chair.

Then fix this.

You first, Captain.

So, what,
I'm supposed to help Uhura

with her whole
father-daughter problem?

Well, that's a start.

And we'll be right back after
this word from our sponsors.

Captain, if you'll have a seat.

I think it's time

for a family therapy session.

A family therapy session
is a great idea.

This is a big discovery
for both of us.

You know what, I agree.

Unfortunately,
there's a reckless entity

back on the ship,

and I have to go deal with that
right now.

But, afterwards,
we could really have

a conversation...

A family therapy session
is a great idea.

This is a big discovery
for both of us.

Nope.

Fine. I get it.

The only way out is through.

That's the spirit, Captain.

A family therapy session
is a great idea.

-This is a big discovery for both of us.
-A big discovery for both of us.

I agree. Let's start.

-Hmm.
-Uhura,

why don't you start.

The captain seems like a man who
needs a little time to warm up.

Sure.

I guess I want to know
what anyone would.

Why did you abandon me?

Abandon your daughter?

I promise not to judge.
I just need to know.

This is crazy.

I always thought
my real father would have

-the decency to be honest with me.
-I'm trying to.

But in the present moment,
it's kind of impossible.

Honesty's never impossible!

That's something

you teach
every ensign on this ship.

You want honesty?

Okay.

A child-god-like being
has come back to Enterprise,

and, this time, it's turned us
into a soap opera,

which is why I have amnesia
and you think I'm your father.

You'd rather pretend
like we're facing

some reality-shifting anomaly

than accept me as your daughter?

This is becoming a trend.

If some part of you
didn't want me to find you,

then why leave me this? Hmm?

You circled page 28.

Coq au vin. You wrote,

"A perfect meal to make
with a perfect daughter.

Stardate 1443.2."

Every page is blank.

Look.

Fine.

If you want to pretend
I don't exist,

I'll just show myself out.

That was real anger.

Oh. This is delightful.

They were supposed to just hug
and reconnect

and blah, blah, blah.

But this?

You can't plan
for this type of drama.

Did you not plan for this?

Of course I did.

It's high drama.

The layered emotions of humans.

It's what this is all about.

I'm just having a difficult time
focusing on my assignment,

with you lording over me
in your extensive robe-age.

I mean, don't get me wrong...
th-they're lovely, lovely robes.

Cut to camera one.

Save my brother's life?

Why in this vast and turning
universe would I ever do that?

If Spock doesn't get
a living heart transplant

in the next four hours,
he will die.

And whether you like it or not,
you're his only hope.

So I'm giving him your heart,

even if I have
to tear it out of you myself.

Hmm.

While I would love
to see that trick,

I am afraid I have
to take a rain check.

-How did you get my phaser?
-You conveniently

left it in reach.

But Vulcans

can't engage in subterfuge.

You have me confused
with my brother,

who exemplifies that myth.

Which is why I am willing
to make you a deal.

Kal-toh.

The Vulcan game
of logic and patience.

If you can achieve order
from this chaos before I can,

I will give you my heart.

Willingly.

Chapel said
you rushed out of sickbay.

She's very worried.

I'm fine, Una.

I just needed some air.

You don't have
to face this alone.

Whatever it is.

I have...

space madness.

Well, today has been productive,
but...

Does that mean
I'm being reinstated?

It doesn't look good.

You know...

in certain types of amnesia,

there is a consolidation event.

The last memory
has significance.

You said that, for you, it was

the captain's table
two weeks ago.

Can you describe that to me?

It's like a family dinner.
For the bridge crew.

Interesting.

If you want
my professional opinion,

you're repressing something.

And it's tied to two weeks ago.

I'll get back to you.

Computer,

bring up all existing files
on our last encounter

with the cosmic entity.

Missing files
may only be accessed

by acting captain
Una Chin-Riley.

I'm going to convince someone
to open those files,

and we're going to stop you.

And now I'm talking to myself.
Great.

Okay, door. Here we go.

You were playing so well.

But now you're second-guessing
yourself.

I know why, La'An.

And...

you're not alone.

Everyone hides a secret pain.

It must be exposed
and reckoned with.

It must be dragged
from the darkness

and forced into the light.

Share your pain.

Share your pain with me

and gain strength
from the sharing.

It's just...

so overwhelming.

Kal-toh.

Deal's a deal.

Time to go and save
your brother's life.

You were never going
to help Spock.

No. But thank you
for the shuttle.

I can plot a course
to the Arachnid Nebula.

Home of the lost colony
of V'tosh ka'tur,

a paradise of knowledge

forbidden to Vulcans
but now free to me.

I will leave you
on the nearest moon

for the next Federation ship.

Or you could come with me.

What?

Don't return to that ship where
they'll extinguish your fire.

Run away with me, La'An.

Let it burn.

Run away with me, La'An.
Let it burn.

Run away with you?

You're a liar and a cheat.

And you haven't said no.

I can't abandon Spock.

He's more than just logic,
more than a Vulcan

struggling to find his way.

He is deeply kind

and deeply good.

We can have it all, La'An.

Vulcan logic is cold, harsh.

It leaves no room
for kindness or compassion.

Logic allows Spock
to see without judgment.

It gives him empathy and grace.

It shows him the best in people
and the best in himself.

And yet,

it stops you from taking
what you really want.

Computer, new course.

The Arachnid Nebula.

I will fight you if I must,

but I am not leaving here
without Spock's heart.

You mean my heart.

I, um... Hi.

I just wanted
to apologize for before.

It's, uh, it's been
a strange day.

Tell me about it.

You know, um,

I've been thinking about
that recipe you want to make.

Particularly, the date.

That's the date of your parents'
shuttle crash, isn't it?

I always thought
the coincidence was odd.

The "perfect meal
on the perfect day." That day.

Fate can be cruel sometimes.

Maybe.

But then, I thought,
maybe there might be a reason.

You know how I've been trying
to mentor Cadet A'Sha?

Yeah, I noticed.
I like the initiative.

I've been trying to move
into that next phase,

you know?

I'm not a cadet anymore.

I wanted someone else to look at
me like the adult in the room.

But being a mentor
is such a big responsibility,

I'm just afraid
I'm gonna steer her wrong.

Space adventures
leave us little time

to deal with inner struggles.

Excuse me?

Just something
someone said recently.

You were, um...

Wow, you were 16
when your parents died?

Right on the brink
of adulthood, huh?

I guess.

Sometimes, I feel like
I'm still stuck there.

But when I found out that
I was your daughter,

it was like, yes.

Of-of course, this makes sense.

The captain I already
respect so much.

Nyota.

Whether I'm
your real father or not,

I am here for you.

I'll tell you what. Uh...

Let's just,
let's make that meal.

Then, we'll talk
over dinner, huh?

What do you say?

I appreciate the gesture,

but what you said earlier
really hurt.

I'll need some time
to think about it.

I understand, but listen,

if you change your mind,
you know where to find me.

That's right,
Captain Pike.

You made your bed,
now you must lie in it.

I think she's right.

Oh. Go ahead.

Talk to the screen if you feel

so compelled
by the tapestry of hope,

love, courage.

Oh, you're no fun.

Camera four, back to the drama.

Are you sure it's space madness?

I have the key symptom.

I can't ignore it.

It's caused mostly by being
adrift in space for too long.

But there are other ways
that I am adrift.

I've lost my feelings
of connection with Starfleet.

You'll always be
a healer, Joseph.

If you decide to leave
Starfleet, I support you, but

also I'll miss you.

And not just because

you're the best doctor
I've ever worked with.

Commander.

Comms are out on the bridge.

A mysterious alien shock wave
is heading our way.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

There is no emergency, is there?

Oh, I'm sure she's needed
on the bridge

for one reason or another.

I heard everything.

I know you have space madness.

I find it deeply irritating

that so many people,
people like you,

love my brother.

A man who does not value
emotions does not deserve

the most precious one of all.

Computer, set course
for Enterprise.

You'll do the transplant?

But we've taken so long,

the danger of the procedure
has increased.

I understand the risks.

What made you change your mind?

Spock isn't the only son
of Sarek who can be...

good.

You could die.

I know what you're
going through, Doctor.

Because...

I also stopped trusting myself.

You did?

When?

The tremors started after I
escaped the Gorn ship last year.

Why didn't you come to me?

Fear.

Stigma.

Flying is who I am.

But a pilot with tremors?

And it was a heavy weight
to carry alone.

So, lately, I have been trying
something new,

allowing myself
to be vulnerable,

trusting other people.

This disease will ravage you

-if you don't have the support.
-Hmm.

But if I can pilot the
Enterprise with space madness,

you can do
a living heart transplant.

And if you ever doubt yourself,

remember who you are,

and look to your friends.

We'll be there.

Okay, I did it.
Now what?

Come on. I get it.

Uhura's going through
some stuff.

I tried to help her.

Hello? Why are we
still like this?

Uhura.

I thought about it.

And I'm still angry.

But what daughter isn't angry
at her father from time to time?

So, let's do it.

Let's cook, Dad.

Can...

Do I call you "Dad" now?

Well, I'm-I'm just glad
you changed your mind.

But you're definitely gonna have
to walk me through this recipe.

Can't read the book, remember?

We'll consider it
our first bonding experience.

Page 28, right?

Mm-hmm.

Captain?

Um...

I have to go.

What is he doing?
He can't leave the scene.

Apparently, he can.

We'll be back after a word
from our sponsor.

The donor heart is in place.

And I must connect
the blood vessels.

If we don't continue,

Spock's body will reject
the donor heart.

Remember, all you got to do

is look to your friends.

Vitals are stable.

It worked.

Sybok's heart.

He's gone into V-fib arrest.

We're losing the patient.
Clear the room.

What?

No!

Doc.

Oh, Captain.

You look like
you could use a drink.

Yeah. Can I ask you a question?

How can something be both
real and not real?

Is this about "the ship
being trapped in a soap opera"?

Yeah.

And what if it is?

You've already dealt
with time travel,

Klingon zombies,

with Batel's ascension.

Even in the most unusual
twists of fate...

a surprise child,
a medical secret,

an evil twin...

there is truth.

I don't know if Uhura
is your daughter,

but I do know that
her-her emotions are real.

As are yours.

And I know that you
would rather face

a reality-shifting phenomenon

than deal with your emotions.

Well, I-I'm not...

I'm not, I'm not sure
that's true, actually.

The search for emotional truth

and scientific truth
are the same.

You just have to want to see it.

Juliet?

Who's Juliet?

Dad, you're back.

Juliet.

Thank goodness,
thought I'd have to make

this coq au vin by myself,

which would be bad
because you know I always

turn the chicken purple.

I know, I know, "I'll get the
wine proportion right when..."

"When you're old enough
to drink the leftovers."

Well, guess what?

Happy birthday to me.

Well, I mean, you know.

Two weeks ago, but...

cheers.

Two weeks ago? Right.

The inflection point.

Are you really here?

Dad, come on.

I always visit when Enterprise
is near Galor III.

You were excited that
this time would be so close

to my birthday, remember?

Jules.

I've missed you so much.

Clearly. You were choking me.

Your mom is gone.

The life we had with you
isn't real.

But it was all
just a cosmic hallucination.

You can't be here.

Yet, here I am.

I want this to be real.

God, I want it so badly.

I-I know.

Sometimes, I-I...

I wish our life was the real one

and not this other one
I'm living.

Just because it didn't happen
doesn't mean it wasn't real.

Everything we shared...

the joys, the sorrows,

even when I lit
the stove on fire.

-Right, the-the salmon.
-Yeah.

God, I can still smell
the charred oven mitts.

It was real, wasn't it?

All of it.

Just in a different way.

But what if I forget?
What if I-I wake up one day,

and it's all... just...

We forget details,
but never the feelings.

I'll always be here.
I'll always love you, Dad.

Even if it gets a little fuzzy.

You just have to want to see it.

I have to go.

My shuttle will be here soon.

-I'll see you in a few months.
-Yeah.

Hey, um...

That pilot, he better
know his stuff.

He does, Dad,

but no one's as good as you.

Fly safe, kid.

I love you.

A real daughter,
this whole time.

I did not see that coming.

How imperfectly perfect.

I want to thank you for bringing
these ants to our attention.

They are more complex
than expected.

Perhaps worthy
of more careful observation.

Satisfactory marks.

In human terms, a solid B-minus.

Good.

And credits.

Captain's log. Stardate 2654.9.

The spell that the cosmic entity
had us under has been lifted.

We all remember everything,

and we're all left to reckon
with what was real

or merely a play.

For my part, I know
there was no shuttle accident,

and I never had amnesia,

but the emotions
this collective fever dream

forced us to confront
are indeed very real.

So there was
no living heart transplant?

No such thing
as a living heart transplant.

-Yeah.
-I certainly didn't

rip open Spock's ribcage.

And I don't have secret backups

of everybody's brains
stashed in the supply closet...

You guys didn't see that part.

Never mind.

Well, the conversations
were real.

I remember everything.

If anyone feels
like smacking me, I get it.

Many of us were
acting outside of ourselves.

But I, for one,
am grateful for you, Erica.

And to you.

Spock and I have confirmed

all higher-dimensional beings
appear to have vacated.

And hopefully, for good.

Hey.

Why don't we
make that meal sometime?

Talk over dinner?

I'd like that, Captain.

Hey.

I feel like I missed
an important part of your story.

What happened?

Let's grab a drink later.

I'll tell you all about it.

But I have to
do something first.

I'm glad you're okay.

I never was in any danger.

All this time,
I was merely asleep.

Was Sybok even here?

No.

He is still incarcerated.

He must have been created
from my memory.

He is not my twin.

In fact, ship's sensors indicate

that you never left
the shuttle bay.

If he was created
from your mind,

in a sense, he was you.

I could not speak to that.

And I would encourage you
not to read too much

into what happened.

It was, by nature, contrived.

Maybe.

But I recognized
parts of you in him.

That seems unlikely.

My brother and I
are quite opposite.

Perhaps you merely saw
what you wanted to see.

Yes.

Yes. I know.

Spock.

I... I don't regret our breakup.

But...

I don't think I realized
how much I'm going to miss you.

I thought our intention
was to stay friends.

Yes. Of course.

It's just...

Goodbye, Spock.

Very well.

Goodbye, La'An.

-Captain Pike.
-Yeah?

Are you ready to begin?

Mm-hmm.

I'd like to talk about loss.

Right.

Loss.

I lost Marie.

Is that what
you want to talk about?

'Cause...

I already let Marie go.
I said goodbye, so...

You know.

When we lose someone...

we don't just
mourn that person, we...

we mourn the loss
of a future with them.

Juliet, um...

Juliet was our daughter. Um...

And we had
a whole life together.

And I know
that-that-that doesn't...

make sense, like,
it couldn't be real, but it was.

She was real.

Well, she was real
in your world.

She had green eyes.

Oh, a...

little...

A little freckle that
appeared next to her nose

on her second birthday.

I taught her to read.

I walked her down the aisle.

I miss her.

I miss her so much.

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