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All right, come in.

Guinan, what's wrong?

I need a doctor.

Geordi beat me in straight sets today. I think I've developed tennis elbow.

Well, you better go to Sickbay. I think Dr. Selar's on duty.

I don't wanna see Dr. Selar.

I always see you. I'm very particular about my doctors.

You better get a new one,

because I'm not a doctor on this ship anymore.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.

to explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one has gone before.

Three days on a shuttle to Starbase 23,

transport back to Earth.

I can hear Admiral Brooks now,

telling me how I've disgraced Starfleet Medical.

Then, a leisurely day and a half before the formal inquiry begins

and my career ends.

Beverly...

My elbow.

Your elbow.

Let me see it.

Does this hurt?

Ow. Yes, right there.

That's tennis elbow, all right.

Here, hold your arm like this.

You know, I've never been to a formal inquiry.

Well, I'll see if I can arrange one for you.

All you have to do is disobey orders, violate medical ethics,

and cause an interstellar incident.

Well, I guess that would do it.

Make a fist.

Do I have to hit you with my fist before you tell me what happened?

It all started when those scientists came on board.

No. It started when I got curious.

Well, there's nothing wrong with that.

That's why I went to the Altine Conference.

I'd heard about a new subspace technology,

developed by a Ferengi, a Dr. Reyga.

A Ferengi scientist. Hmm.

His invention was based on metaphasic fields,

but his methodology was completely unorthodox.

Well, I like unorthodox.

Too bad you weren't there.

Nobody else would listen to him. They all but jeered him off the stage.

But I had read his paper, and his work was extraordinary.

So you gathered all these scientists to come hear this Ferengi.

Yes. I hoped I could be a facilitator.

I thought that if I invited scientists from various cultures

to board the Enterprise, I could sit them down

and help them to understand the value of his ideas.

Like a scientific diplomat.

Exactly.

So after persuading the captain,

I had to round up as many scientists as I could

from the field of subspace technology.

But of all the scientists I invited,

only four were interested in hearing about Dr. Reyga's invention.

And I wasn't altogether sure that they were going to be compatible.

Kurak was a warp-field specialist on the Klingon Homeworld.

I don't think Klingons regard scientists very highly.

She always seemed a little defensive.

Dr. T'Pan is practically a legend in the field of subspace morphology.

She's been the director of the Vulcan Science Academy

for 15 years.

Her husband, Dr. Christopher, came with her.

I didn't know much about him,

but he was some kind of subspace theoretician.

Jo'Bril was a Takaran. The first one I'd ever met.

I had no idea what to expect from him.

And then, there was Dr. Reyga, the Ferengi scientist.

You've all seen my experimental data.

The metaphasic shield has been proven.

Forgive my skepticism, doctor,

but your claims are somewhat extravagant.

Protect a shuttle within a star's corona?

Not even your own government believes it can be done.

That's why I've invited you all here.

You have the vision

to see the potential of Dr. Reyga's metaphasic shield.

I need help to develop the shield.

I'm willing to grant exclusive rights

to whoever provides the necessary resources.

I think you all realize what this shielding process could mean.

The possibilities of exploration and research are endless.

But only if it works.

I'm not convinced that this metaphasic shield

can withstand either the temperature or the radiation it would be exposed to.

But it has.

Not only in countless simulations,

but in a field test that I conducted myself.

For which, of course, we have only your word.

Are you accusing me of falsifying my data?

You would not be the first scientist to manipulate experimental data

to his own advantage.

Dr. Reyga has offered to demonstrate his invention.

He's outfitted one of our shuttles with his metaphasic shield.

I will take it into the corona of the star Vaytan.

That star has a super dense corona.

The shuttle would be subjected to particularly intense radiation.

Perhaps it would be wise to choose a star of lesser magnitude.

I agree.

My own research into solar energy transfer

suggests that Vaytan's corona is extremely unstable.

What better way to test my invention?

I'm not concerned. The shield will hold.

I, for one,

would feel more comfortable if someone else flew the shuttle.

Someone more objective.

I will volunteer for that task.

I've spent years studying solar plasma reactions.

The thought of being able to penetrate a star's corona,

it is a remarkable opportunity.

I've studied your data, Dr. Reyga.

I think you're on solid scientific ground.

I do not share your optimism, Dr. Jo'Bril.

But if you wish to pilot the craft, I would be more confident

in your assessment of the shield than Dr. Reyga's.

I agree. At this point, we need an impartial evaluation.

We'll need to be sure that you're familiar

with the shuttle's controls and Dr. Reyga's modifications.

I am an accomplished pilot. It will be no problem.

Well, what do you think?

I am gratified, Dr. Jo'Bril.

And there will be no difficulty in operating the metaphasic controls.

The system will activate automatically as you approach the star.

Well, then, we'll proceed with the demonstration at 1500 hours.

We'll meet on the Bridge.

It wasn't exactly an enthusiastic response

to Dr. Reyga's technology.

But given the circumstances

and the scientists' quarrelsome personalities,

I was quite pleased.

I thought that went well, didn't you?

Thanks to you, doctor.

I didn't do anything.

This is an opportunity I would never have had without you.

And I promise you, I'll never forget it.

Some of the scientists still seem a little doubtful,

but after the demonstration I'm sure they'll come around.

Well, if there's anything I'm used to, it's skepticism. Heh.

After all, a Ferengi scientist is almost a contradiction in terms.

Ah. No, don't deny it.

I know how the Ferengi are regarded.

I still expect the scientific community

to be a little more open than they seem to be.

The metaphasic shield is a breakthrough in technology.

Many scientists have tried to develop it.

It's only natural that there would be some resistance.

- You mean jealousy. I know. - Heh.

I wonder if that might account for Dr. T'Pan's attitude.

She's been working on subspace shielding technology for years,

and you've beaten her to the punch.

I'm really not interested in competition.

All I want is to be acknowledged, respected as a scientist.

This invention will finally do that.

I figured the hard part was over.

I'd stepped out on a limb and it hadn't broken.

Not bad for my first venture into scientific diplomacy.

Captain, the shuttle has been launched.

On-screen. Open a channel.

I am 1 million kilometers from the star's corona.

Proceeding at three-quarters impulse,

I should reach it in approximately three minutes.

The metaphasic shielding has begun to form.

External temperature is 0.9 million kelvins and rising.

Radiation levels are nearing 10,000 rads.

That should have no effect on the shuttle cabin.

That's right.

Temperature in the cabin is 21 degrees Celsius

and the radiation levels are normal.

Wait.

I'm reading elevated neutrino levels in the cabin.

Those are from the subspace field that's encapsulating the shuttle.

The levels are well within acceptable parameters.

Outside temperature is rising rapidly, 1.7 million kelvins.

Temperature is still 21 degrees and the shield is holding.

Three hundred fifty thousand kilometers and closing.

This is incredible.

I am actually flying into a star.

Congratulations, doctor. This is an amazing achievement.

Radiation levels outside the shuttle are nearing 14,000 rads.

The temperature inside the cabin is still normal.

I am now fully engulfed in the corona.

It's astonishing.

You see, doctors? Metaphasic shielding is a reality.

Dr. Jo'Bril, can you give us an estimate of the plasma turbulence?

Dr. Jo'Bril?

Something's wrong.

What's going on, Mr. Data?

Sensors indicate an increased level of baryon particles in the cabin.

No. That's not possible.

Dr. Jo'Bril, can you hear me? Please respond.

Baryon levels are continuing to rise, sir.

I don't understand it. This shouldn't be happening.

Mr. Worf, can you beam him out of there?

The solar radiation is interfering.

He must be at least 500,000 kilometers from the star

before we can get a transporter lock.

We're losing him.

Dr. Jo'Bril, listen to me.

It is imperative that you turn the shuttle.

Take it out of the corona. Do you understand me?

Pilot the shuttle away from the star.

The shuttle is emerging from the corona, sir.

Mr. Worf, get a lock on him as soon as you can.

Beam him directly to Sickbay.

At that point, the doubts of the others seemed justified.

I had no idea what had gone wrong,

or how seriously Dr. J0'Bril had been injured.

But I knew this incident could destroy Reyga's chance

to be accepted by the scientific community.

Twenty cc's inoprovaline.

It's not working. Cortical stimulators.

Now.

Again.

I saw

the sun.

So, that was my first experience as a scientific diplomat.

A complete failure.

I don't understand.

No?

I mean, I've lost patients before.

But this was different.

Mm-hm.

You know, when you're a doctor and you have patients,

you're in control.

But when you send somebody out on a mission,

all you can do is sit and watch.

That's what I felt. Helpless.

Anybody would.

Don't be too hard on yourself.

You know, what you say reminds me of something Jean-Luc said to me

when I was doing the autopsy on Jo'Bril.

It was probably the most puzzling autopsy

I've ever performed, and the most frustrating,

because Jo'Bril's anatomy was unlike any I'd encountered.

And I've run into some unusual specimens.

How's it going?

I've never run into a humanoid species like this before.

His internal physiology is baffling.

He doesn't seem to have any discrete organs,

at least not in the traditional sense.

Practically every system is equally distributed throughout the body.

Now, that kind of physiology

should make him incredibly resistant to any injury.

So whatever killed him must have occurred at the cellular level.

- Do you have any idea what it was? - No.

Something caused a massive system-wide failure.

But I don't know what.

Were the solar radiation levels high enough to kill him?

His exposure to the star's radiation was minimal.

It's all very strange.

There's no apparent cause of death.

Doctor, here's the result of the tissue scan you asked for.

That's odd.

The rate of cellular decay is extremely low.

Beverly, the answers will come.

Maybe even minimal exposure to the radiation

altered the cellular physiology.

You know, you've been at this for hours.

You might think more clearly if you got a good night's sleep.

I can't sleep. I want to find out what killed him.

I owe that to Dr. Reyga.

Are you doing it for Dr. Reyga or yourself?

What do you mean?

You're the loneliest person in the world right now.

No one can say anything. No one can do anything that will help.

And you think that it will never go away.

And you're right, it won't.

But you can get used to it.

I know it doesn't feel like that now,

but you can.

CRUSHER". At the time, I was too preoccupied with my problems

to understand what he was saying.

I wasn't thinking about the rest of my life.

I was trying to make sense of what had happened.

And I wasn't alone.

Jo'Bril's death had raised a lot of questions.

Geordi and Data were determined to find out what had gone wrong.

And they were busy going over every millimeter of the shuttle,

with Dr. Reyga's help.

Run a diagnostic on the EPS flow regulator.

The flow regulator is functioning normally.

What about the fuel emitter coil? Has it maintained polarity?

- Yes, doctor. - The radial force compensator?

I am unable to locate any malfunctions.

All systems are operating

according to your design specifications.

- Did you find anything wrong? - No.

I don't understand it.

There must be something we've overlooked.

I found micro-crystalline damage to the hull,

which confirms that your shield was breached

by a burst of baryonic radiation.

Were the levels high enough to cause damage to organic tissue?

I don't know.

Perhaps there was an unexpected interaction

between the solar radiation and the metaphasic shield.

No, that's not possible.

I anticipated every contingency.

Then maybe Jo'Bril

ran into something in the corona which you didn't anticipate,

and your shield just wasn't able to protect him from it.

My shield was not...

Reyga seemed angry,

but I knew it was because he was so disappointed.

Everything he'd worked for, hoped for, was slipping away.

And that made what I had to do next even harder.

I'm sure you all understand that in light of what happened,

I think it would be inappropriate to continue further testing.

Perhaps if Dr. Reyga has perfected his metaphasic technology,

we can try again.

Dr. Crusher, please.

If I could have a little more time to investigate.

I know I could find what went wrong.

But that won't bring back Jo'Bril, will it?

I do not believe the shield will ever work.

Its very concept is flawed.

Just one more test.

Whom do you propose we sacrifice next?

- I will pilot the shuttle myself. - I'm sorry. As chief medical officer,

I'm responsible for the health and safety of all the people aboard.

I will not authorize any further tests.

Very well.

But I will prove myself.

CRUSHER". I couldn't help but admire his tenacity.

He just wasn't going to accept defeat.

And I hoped he would prove himself.

But that was the last time I saw him alive.

We'd gone to Science Lab 4

when the ship's sensors registered a sizable plasma surge there.

Look at this, a plasma infuser. It's completely discharged.

The blast must have killed him instantly.

Or perhaps he could not live with the failure of his invention

and took his own life.

Or perhaps someone just wanted it to look that way.

Isn't it odd that he could hold on so tightly to the infuser

when it was discharged?

The normal reflex would have been to drop it.

The plasma shock could have affected his nervous system.

He may have reacted by gripping tighter.

I'll know for certain when I do the autopsy.

Is your examination complete, doctor?

For now.

Please have his body taken to the morgue.

Very well.

CRUSHER". I remembered his passion and commitment

and his determination to prove himself.

And I was sure that this man had not taken his own life.

And if anyone could understand that, I knew it would be Captain Picard.

I was with him right before he died. He was not suicidal.

But by your own admission,

Reyga was a difficult man to understand.

Isn't it possible that he was simply masking his feelings?

I don't think so.

He was disappointed at the failure of his device,

and certainly he was upset at J0'Bril's death.

But I never got the sense that he was ready to end his own life.

And if that's true, then someone else killed him.

Do you have any evidence of that?

Not yet.

But when I finish the autopsy, I hope I'll have it.

Beverly...

I'm afraid there will be no autopsy.

The family have already been contacted.

They insist that the body must not be touched

until they perform the Ferengi death ritual.

But there's a question as to the circumstances of his death.

- To the family that's irrelevant. - Let me speak with them.

Please, believe me, they're adamant.

We are scheduled to rendezvous with a Ferengi vessel in 17 hours.

They will pick up Reyga's body then.

I'm sorry, there will be no autopsy.

Jean-Luc, I cannot just drop this.

Don't you see? There may have been a murder.

Then you will have to find evidence some way other than an autopsy.

I don't understand, doctor.

Isn't it pretty clear that Reyga died from a plasma discharge?

It won't be clear until after an autopsy.

As far as I know, he could have been poisoned,

and someone put the plasma infuser in his hand after he died.

- Do you think he was murdered? - I'm not discounting that possibility.

The point is, without a complete autopsy,

there's no way of knowing for certain.

Why won't the Ferengi allow it?

It has to do with their death rituals.

A body can't be violated before it's buried.

And apparently the family is more concerned about ritual

than finding out the truth about how he died.

I just can't get the information I need from a tricorder scan.

Suspects.

If Reyga didn't kill himself, someone else did.

So who are the possible suspects?

Whoever had something to gain from his death.

And the only ones to fit that category are the other scientists.

I'm afraid I don't understand, doctor.

Do you have evidence that Reyga was murdered?

No, but I can't believe he took his own life,

and I would like to explore any possibilities a bit further.

What reason would anyone have to kill him?

I was wondering if you might have some thoughts along that line.

I see.

You are suggesting that I had such a motive.

If Reyga's technology had been successful,

you might have been displaced as the preeminent scientist

in subspace technology.

But since it wasn't successful,

it isn't logical to conclude that I had such a motive, is it?

I must say I resent this, doctor.

We have all been shocked by recent events.

I don't see there's anything to gain

by dragging us through these insinuations.

I'm just trying to uncover the truth, and I need your help to do it.

Have you seen or heard anything

that might suggest that someone else had a motive?

We are trying to forget the unpleasantness

of these past several days.

Not have them stirred up again.

I find it disturbing that you would try to force your suspicions among us.

Forgive me. I don't mean to upset you.

But have you noticed anything unusual?

I find your question distasteful.

Is there something you're not telling me?

I'm sure it's nothing.

I was in the storage room of the science laboratory yesterday.

Kurak was working in the lab.

Reyga came in and they got into an argument.

About what?

I don't know.

I couldn't hear anything clearly,

until they started to shout at one another,

then I heard Kurak say that Reyga had insulted her honor,

and no Klingon would stand for that.

I do not believe she killed him.

These were words spoken in the heat of anger.

Kurak is volatile, passionate,

but not a killer.

And, doctor, neither are we.

Thank you.

CRUSHER". I knew he might be right about Kurak.

Klingons make threats as a matter of course.

On the other hand, sometimes they follow through.

That looks like one of Dr. Reyga's shield configurations.

Yes.

Personal research.

Even though this technology failed?

No one has denied there is potential in the idea.

Which you're now free to develop.

Are you accusing me of something?

No.

But I wanna know why you threatened Dr. Reyga.

I warned Dr. Reyga

that if he persisted in his slander, he would pay the price.

What was his accusation?

I will not repeat his lies.

Were they lies?

Be careful, doctor.

Insulting the honor of a Klingon can be extremely dangerous.

Did Reyga make that mistake?

I have heard enough of your accusations.

Now, I will have your silence.

You're gonna have to throw me a lot harder than that if you wanna get it.

Now, what did he accuse you of?

Sabotage.

Sabotage of the metaphasic shield? Was that why it failed?

How would I know?

Did you sabotage the project?

No.

I did not.

Goodbye, doctor.

CRUSHER". Kurak refused to say anything more.

I wasn't sure if her silence was motivated by guilt,

or just Klingon pride.

I was beginning to find out that investigating a murder

was a little more perilous than I'd thought.

And for everything I'd been through,

I didn't have any more insight than I did before I started.

Which brought me back to Reyga's body,

because the more I thought about it,

the more it seemed that the answers had to be there.

DNA traces, tissue anomalies, a wealth of forensic clues

that could shed some light on the mystery.

So I made the decision.

Come.

Bevefly.

Jean-Luc, I wanna tell you something that you need to know,

but you're not gonna like it.

I did an autopsy on Dr. Reyga.

What did you find?

Nothing.

I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't have done it.

You most certainly should not.

I made it clear to you that the family would not allow it.

Not only have you disobeyed my orders,

but you've interfered in the burial rituals of another culture.

You've put both of us in a very difficult position.

The family will have to be notified.

I don't doubt that they will react strongly.

If the Ferengi government becomes involved, as I'm certain they will,

this could have very significant repercussions.

I'm not sure how much I can protect you.

You don't have to, Jean-Luc.

I knew what I was doing,

and I'm prepared to accept the consequences.

I could tell that he was terribly disappointed in me,

and that was almost the hardest part of all.

So that's the story. That's how I ended my career.

Backhand volley.

- What? - That's how I did it.

Geordi kept hitting to my backhand at the net.

Guinan, two people have died on this ship.

Two lives that ended horribly,

and you're worried about your tennis game?

Are you upset?

I don't know, you tell me. You're supposed to be wise.

Well, if you are upset, why are you moping around here?

Why don't you do something about it?

I've done everything I could think of, it got me fired.

Do you think Dr. Reyga killed himself?

No.

Do you think there's a murderer on board?

Yes.

Then why are you still sitting here?

Don't you get it? If I start digging around again--

You could be relieved of duty.

Chief medical officer's log, personal.

Stardate 46830.1.

I'll be leaving the ship tomorrow to attend the board of inquiry.

That means I have less than 24 hours to get to the bottom of this mystery.

What are you doing, Data?

I am running additional diagnostics

to make certain there was no permanent radiation damage

to the shuttlecraft hull.

You've studied Dr. Reyga's shield system.

Do you think it could have been sabotaged?

There was no evidence to support sabotage.

Just consider the possibility.

The system interlocks prevent access to the circuitry

unless the shield emitter is active.

Any attempt to sabotage the device

would have to be made while the shield is in operation.

The only time the shield was active was during Jo'Bril's test flight.

That is correct.

It seems unlikely that J0'Bril would perform sabotage

which would result in his own death.

I agree.

Would it be possible to sabotage the shuttle by remote during the flight?

A phased ionic pulse beamed directly into the metaphasic projection matrix

would result in a temporary system malfunction.

Where on the Enterprise could you generate a phased ionic pulse?

Such a pulse could be initiated from the lateral sensor array.

Science Labs 1, 4 and 16,

or any of the Bridge science stations.

Let's assume for the moment that someone did send out

a phased ionic pulse.

What would have happened inside the shuttle?

A tetryon field would be formed briefly in the cabin,

temporarily disrupting the metaphasic shield.

A tetryon field.

If Jo'Bril was exposed to a tetryon field,

it might have left residual traces in his tissue.

Thanks, Data.

- Beverly? - Yes?

We've arranged for the shuttle to take you to Starbase 23.

Thank you.

About everything that's going on, I'm sorry.

- I'm sure it will all work out. - Yes, of course.

You know the inquiry's just a formality.

And Captain Picard will do everything he can for you.

I'm sure that'll help.

But if you do anything foolish before that inquiry,

it's not gonna look good for you.

I don't know what you mean.

I think you do know what I mean.

The best thing for you to do right now

is to go to your quarters and read a good book.

If you do anything to make the situation worse,

it's going to be that much harder on you.

Thank you, commander, your concern is noted.

Beverly...

I'm saying this to you as a friend.

Yes, Will, I know.

But as a friend, please try to understand,

I can't quit now, and I don't want you to become involved in this.

Computer, access ship's medical logs and download current autopsy files.

Autopsy files are restricted

to active medical personnel only.

- Access denied. - Damn.

Dr. Crusher?

What do you need the autopsy files for?

Don't worry, I know I'm not supposed to be here.

I'll go.

Computer,

access autopsy files.

I assume you'll need the files on Dr. Reyga and Jo'Bril?

Alyssa...

I can see how important this is to you.

I don't want you to get involved in this.

Is that an order, doctor?

Yes.

Too bad you're not my boss anymore.

Thank you.

So, what do we do now?

First, I wanna review Jo'Bril's physiology records.

Then I wanna take another look at the body,

and I wanna see if there's any tetryon traces.

Let's do it.

We need to run a tissue scan at the molecular level.

Calibrate the scanner to pick up tetryon particles.

Yes, doctor.

Recalibration complete.

Activate the scan.

Nothing.

Let's do it again.

Use the enhanced resolution mode to boost the sensitivity.

There's something in the sub-dermal tissue.

Narrow the scan field.

Tetryon traces.

Someone did sabotage the shield.

That's a possibility.

But this is very circumstantial evidence.

There's only one way to know for certain.

Captain, I'm concerned about Beverly.

I've tried several times to talk to her, but she's been avoiding me.

I'm not surprised.

This entire experience has been--

Captain, an unscheduled launch is taking place in Shuttle Bay 2.

No idea. No one's filed a flight plan.

On-screen.

That's the Justman, the shuttle Reyga modified.

Open a hailing frequency.

Dr. Crusher, what do you think you're doing?

Testing a theory, captain.

A theory?

I think Dr. Reyga's shield does work.

Return to the ship immediately.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Worf, override the shuttle's computer.

Return it to the Shuttle Bay.

Aye, sir.

Sir, she has isolated her navigational control.

It will not be possible to establish remote operation.

Get a tractor beam on her.

I cannot establish a lock. She is too close to the star.

Solar interference is too high.

Mr. Data, what is her heading?

Bearing 271, mark 4, sir. She is headed into the sun's corona.

Computer, begin monitoring external temperature.

External temperature 0.8 million kelvins and rising.

Bevefly, what do you hope to accomplish?

I think Dr. Reyga was right about his shield.

The only reason it failed is because it was sabotaged,

and I'm going to prove it.

But you can't be certain of that.

You're betting your life on a hypothesis.

I'm not wrong.

1.9 million kelvins.

Sir, the shuttle is entering the corona.

Beverly, what's happening?

I'm all right.

Computer, shield status.

Metaphasic shield holding.

All systems within normal operating parameters.

Congratulations, Dr. Reyga. You did it.

Captain, I want you to post security guards

around the three visiting scientists.

One of them has to be responsible for sabotaging the first test.

I think it would--

Sir, we have lost contact.

Crusher to Enterprise.

I've lost you. Come in.

Justman to Enterprise. Come 'm.

Enterprise, do you hear me? Come in.

They cannot hear you. I have severed communications.

How can you be alive?

I think after your autopsy on me, you'd know the answer to that.

Slow rate of cellular decay.

Takarans can control their physiology at a cellular level.

We can create the appearance of death.

In the morgue, you were conscious the whole time.

You heard everything we said.

You knew everything we were going to do.

Move away. Move away.

What are you doing?

I'm sending out a transient subspace signal.

It will obscure the shuttle from the Enterprise sensors

and they will interpret it as a warp engine breach.

They will believe that you have been destroyed.

- I'd like to thank you, doctor. - For what?

All I wanted to do was discredit Reyga,

so that no one would pursue his technology, except me.

But you have given me more than I could have hoped.

Now I can take the prototype itself back to Takara,

where I will develop it into a weapon.

All I have to do is wait here

until the Enterprise is convinced you are dead, and leaves.

Captain, there is no indication of debris,

however, the subspace signal indicates a warp engine breach.

All right.

Begin a Phase 1 search,

starting with the shuttlecraft's last known coordinates.

Plot a proximity course toward the star--

Sir, we are picking up an object emerging from the corona.

Crusher to Enterprise.

I'm all right. Returning to the ship.

And I finally have the answers I've been looking for.

Chief medical officer's log, stardate 46831.2.

I have been reinstated

and I will be resuming my duties shortly.

In the meantime, I have a personal matter to attend to.

Hi, Guinan.

Hello. Ooh.

Somebody's birthday?

Not unless it's yours. It's for you.

For me? What's the occasion?

It's a thank you for giving me a good kick in the butt.

Oh, now, I didn't, uh...

Now, I did some research.

This is the latest design, state of the art.

It is specifically designed to cushion all vibrations,

so you will never have tennis elbow again.

Thank you, doctor, this looks like a great racket.

But, uh,

I don't play tennis. Never have.