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Anthraxic citrus peel orange juice

with just a hint
of papalla seed extract...

an experimental blend.

The success rate
of your culinary experiments

has not been high.

Ensign Golwat tried some yesterday

and she thought it was delicious.

In fact, she had a second glass
and she never has seconds.

Ensign Golwat is Bolian.

Her tongue has
a cartilaginous lining.

It would protect her against
even the most corrosive acid.

All I ask is that you
try it, Mr. Vulcan.

Impressive.

Ah.

I'll start squeezing
that second glass.

Breakfast is coming right up.

Porakan eggs.

Porakan?

The most flavorful eggs
in the sector.

Scrambled with a little dill weed,

a touch of rengazo...

a galactic favorite.

Now, these eggs were not easy
to prepare.

After we picked them up
on Porakas IV,

I had to sterilize them

in a cryostatic chamber
for three days.

Then each and every one
had to be parboiled...

Mr. Neelix, I would prefer

not to hear the life history
of my breakfast.

On Talax, it's a tradition
to share the history of a meal

before you begin eating.

It's a way of enhancing
the culinary experience.

My mother was brilliant.

She could make every course,
every garnish come alive

by making it a character
in a story.

My favorite was the one
about the crustacean who...

What happened?

Um, some sort of power overload.

I'm afraid it decimated
your breakfast.

This is what my mother

would have called a tragic ending.

Engineering has been

making adjustments
to the plasma conduits

to accommodate
a new energy source.

It may have created a thermal
surge in the galley systems.

Janeway to Tuvok.

Please report to the Bridge.

Mr. Neelix,
I'd like you to join us as well.

Aye, Captain.

Captain's Log, Stardate 50126.4.

We have detected a gaseous anomaly

that contains sirillium...

a highly combustible
and versatile energy source.

We've altered course
to investigate.

Sirillium?

Yes, and possibly
large amounts of it.

If so, we're going
to need to stockpile

as much as we can.

I'd like to convert Storage Bay 3

into a containment chamber.

My pantry.

I'm sorry, Neelix.

You're going to have
to make other arrangements.

Of course, Captain.

You know, if I injected sirillium

into my thermal array,
it might improve cooking time.

Yes, and blow up half
your kitchen in the process.

Sirillium is far more useful
as a warp plasma catalyst.

The gas can also is used

to boost
deflector shield efficiency.

The vultures are circling.

Well, there's certainly
no shortage of good ideas.

Have all department heads

submit proposals
for sirillium usage.

Aye, Captain.

The anomaly is
within visual range.

On screen.

Analysis, Mr. Kim.

It's a class-17 nebula.

I'm detecting standard amounts
of hydrogen and helium

and 7,000 parts per million
of sirillium.

Captain, I recommend we use

the Bussard collectors
to gather the sirillium.

They'll cut through that nebula
like ice cream scoops.

I'm picking up a lot of
plasmatic turbulence in there.

It might be a bumpy ride.

Tuvok, can you modify
the shields to compensate?

Tuvok...

Are you all right, Lieutenant?

I don't know.

I'm experiencing dizziness and...

disorientation.

Permission to go to Sick Bay.

Granted.

Deck 5.

Help me!

Tuvok!

Help me, Tuvok!

Please, don't let go!

Tuvok!
Don't let me fall!

No!

I was holding a young girl
by the hand,

trying to prevent her
from falling from a precipice.

I was unable to keep my grip,
and she fell to her death.

And there is more.

I had an emotional response...

anxiety, fear...

an almost irrational
anger at myself

for letting her fall.

When did that happen?

It never happened.

The girl was unfamiliar

and I've never been
in that situation.

It was me as a child
and it did seem like a memory,

but I don't recall the incident.

Well, it was definitely
a traumatic episode.

Your heart rate accelerated
to 300 beats per minute

your adrenaline levels
rose by 113 percent

and your neuroelectrical readings

nearly jumped off the scale.

If you were human, I'd say
you had a severe panic attack.

I am not human.

No kidding.

I don't know what happened to you,

but there can be any number
of explanations...

hallucination, telepathic
communication from another race,

repressed memory,

momentary contact
with a parallel reality.

Take your pick.

The universe is
such a strange place.

I'll have Mr. Kim
examine the sensor logs.

Maybe our proximity to the nebula

is affecting you somehow.

In the meantime, Lieutenant,
you are free to go.

All of your vital signs
have returned to normal

and I don't see
any residual systemic damage.

But I want you to wear
this neurocortical monitor.

In case you have another episode,

it'll record a complete
encephalographic profile

and alert Sick Bay
at the same time.

A wise precaution, Doctor.

Thank you.

Structure.

Logic.

Function.

Control.

A structure cannot stand
without a foundation.

Logic is the foundation
of function.

Function...

is the essence of control.

I am in control.

I am in control.

Enter.

Kes.

What is it?

The Doctor wanted
me to adjust your

neurocortical monitor to pick
up additional peptide readings.

I can come back later
if this is a bad time.

No.

You may proceed.

What are you working on?

It is called a keethara.

Keethara?

What does that mean?

The approximate translation
is "structure of harmony."

It is used as a meditational aid.

Building it
requires precise balance

and spatial acuity.

It helps to focus thought
and refine mental control.

At the moment, it doesn't
look very harmonious.

No. It does not.

I'm curious.

What does a keethara
look like when it's done?

The form is not predefined.

It is a reflection
of the builder's state of mind.

Thus, it is different each time.

I'd like to see it
when it's finished.

Well, good night.

Kes...

It's all right.

I understand.

Structure.

Logic.

Function.

Control.

A structure cannot stand

without a foundation.

Logic is the foundation...

of function.

Function is the essence
of control.

I am in control.

I am in...

control.

So how are you feeling
this morning?

If you are referring
to yesterday's incident,

I haven't experienced
any further problems.

I am fit for duty.

I didn't ask because I'm concerned

about your ability to perform.

I'm concerned about you.

There is no need for concern.

Sorry I asked.

My apologies, Commander.

I am distracted.

I spent 14 hours last night

in deep meditation
trying to determine

the source
of my aberrant behavior.

I could not.

Maybe you should try to forget
about it for a while.

I've found that when you
don't think about a problem,

sometimes the solution
comes to you.

It is difficult to forget

when you're wearing
a neurocortical monitor

on your parietal bone.

Good point.
Mr. Kim?

I checked all the sensor logs.

There's no sign of anything
emanating from the nebula

that would have
affected Tuvok or Voyager.

Anything unusual
about the nebula itself?

No. It's a standard class-17.

I suggest we conduct
a tachyon sweep of the nebula.

It would reveal the presence
of any cloaked ships.

Cloaked ships?

Yes. We should be
extremely cautious

this close to Klingon space.

Tuvok, the Klingon Empire

is on the other side
of the galaxy.

Yes. Yes, you are right,
of course.

I'm uncertain why I would
make such an obvious error.

Maybe you should go
back to Sick Bay.

Tuvok?

Help me, Tuvok!

Please, don't let go!

No!

I think we may be dealing
with a repressed memory.

The memory engrams
in the dorsal region

of the hippocampus
are being disrupted.

It's causing physical damage
to the surrounding tissue.

In Vulcan medicine,
this is known as t'lokan schism.

It means that the subject is
inhibiting a traumatic memory,

which is beginning to resurface.

And that's causing brain damage?

Strange, I know.

In human subjects,
repressed memories

are nothing more than
psychological traumas,

which can be dealt
with through standard

therapeutic techniques,
but in Vulcans,

there is a physical reaction
to the battle between

the conscious and the unconscious.

In extreme cases,
the mind of the patient

can literally...
lobotomize itself.

What's the treatment?

There is no medical treatment
for this condition.

Vulcan psychocognitive
research suggests

that the patient initiate a
mind-meld with a family member

and the two of them
attempt to bring

the repressed memory
into the conscious mind.

I'm the closest thing

Tuvok has to a family
member on this ship.

That's why I've asked you to come.

He has a request to make of you.

Did the Doctor explain
the situation to you?

Yes.

Tuvok, are you sure it's
the right thing to do?

I don't know how else to proceed.

The Doctor tells me
that this is a memory.

And yet, no matter how hard
I try, I cannot remember.

If the Doctor is correct,
if this is an experience

I pushed into my unconscious mind,

it could be very dangerous
to me, even life-threatening.

I realize it's asking
a great deal of you, Captain,

and I did consider turning to
one of the Vulcans on the ship,

but this meld would be
more intimate than most.

A family member is normally chosen

because of the implicit trust
that usually exists.

On this ship...

I trust you more than anyone else.

Whatever happens,
I'll be there for you, Tuvok.

I'll help you get through this.

I will initiate the meld

and attempt to access
the memory fragment.

Once that has been accomplished,
you will act as my pyllora.

Your pyllora.

My guide.
My counselor.

You will help me reconstruct
the memory in its entirety.

And as I am reliving it,

you will help me to objectify
the experience.

By processing the experience
rather than repressing it,

I can begin to overcome
my fear, anger

and the other emotional responses

and to reintegrate the memory
into my conscious mind.

When I'm in your memory,

will I actually be
reliving it with you?

No.

I will be the only one
who notices your presence.

You will be an observer
in the memory

but not a participant.

This will give you the freedom
to guide me objectively.

When do we start?

I will need time to prepare.

Please return in one hour.

We're ready when you are, Captain.

Your mind to my mind.

Your thoughts...
to my thoughts.

I am taking us back...

back to the boy that I was...

the boy lying on the precipice.

Return fire!

They've knocked out
our targeting scanners.

Mr. Valtane...

Get away from that station!

One more second.

Damage report!

Seal that conduit!

Hull breach on Deck 12,
Section 47.

We've lost power
on Decks 5, 6 and 10.

Casualty reports coming in.

19 wounded.

Tuvok, can you see me?

Yes.

Where are we?

My first deep space assignment
aboard the Excelsior.

Why did you bring us here?

I did not intend to.

Can you take us to the
precipice? The girl?

That is precisely
what I attempted to do.

There must be some reason
why your mind brought us here.

Maybe this memory is connected
to the girl in some way.

How along ago is this?

Stardate 9521.

Approximately 80 years ago.

Who are you fighting?

The Klingons.

Klingons?

Before you collapsed
in Engineering,

you thought we were
approaching Klingon space.

Why are you fighting the Klingons?

This battle was precipitated

by an incident that took
place three days earlier.

All right, Gamma Shift

time to defend the Federation
against gaseous anomalies.

Gaseous anomalies?

We were charting
a gaseous anomaly on Voyager.

And that's when my problem began.

That's more than a coincidence.

How are you this morning, Ensign?

I am well, Commander.
Thank you.

I thought you might like to see

some of this morning's com traffic

before you went on duty.

There's a message
from the Yorktown

I think you might
be interested in.

It's from your father.

Thank you.

You're not going to have
time to drink that, you know.

You're due on the
Bridge in five minutes.

It's not for me.
It's for the Captain.

I've observed that Captain Sulu

drinks a cup of tea each morning.

I thought he might enjoy
a Vulcan blend.

Oh, I see.

Trying to make Lieutenant
in your first month?

I wish I'd have thought of that
when I was your age.

Took me three years
just to make Ensign.

I assure you I have
no ulterior motive.

Whatever you say, Ensign.

See you on the Bridge.

You've never brought me tea.

Outstanding.

I may have to give
you a promotion.

That was not my motivation,
Captain.

I am not attempting to curry
favor with you in any way.

Mr. Tuvok, if you're going
to remain on my ship,

you're going to have to learn
how to appreciate a joke.

And don't tell me Vulcans
don't have a sense of humor

because I know better.

I will... work on it, sir.

Very good.
And... thanks again.

He doesn't look anything
like his portrait

at Starfleet Headquarters.

In the 23rd century,

holographic imaging resolution
was less accurate.

This is a science station,
isn't it?

Yes. I am one of several
junior science officers.

Tuvok, why doesn't your service
record reflect any of this?

I thought your first assignment
was aboard the Wyoming.

It's a long story, Captain,
but suffice it to say,

this was
my first Starfleet career.

I was 29 years old.

So, what's happening?

Are we about to encounter
the Klingons?

Not exactly.

The Klingon moon Praxis
is about to explode.

Praxis.

During this period, it was
a primary source of energy

for the Klingon Homeworld.

Praxis... yes.

Its destruction would
have lasting repercussions

throughout the Quadrant,
and it led to the first

Federation-Klingon peace treaty.

That is correct.

But what does all this have to do

with the girl on the precipice?

I have an energy wave at 240
degrees, mark 6 port, sir.

Visual.

My... God!

Shields! Shields!

She is not answering the helm.

Starboard thrusters.

Turn her into the wave.

Aye, sir.

Quarter impulse power.

Damage report.

Checking all systems, Captain.

Don't tell me that was
any meteor shower.

Negative, sir.

The subspace shock wave

originated at bearing 323 mark 75.

Location...

It's Praxis, sir.

It's a Klingon moon.

Praxis is their key
energy production facility.

So, what happened?
Did you go to Praxis?

No. We were warned off
by the Klingons

and resumed our survey mission.

However, two days later,

we learned
that two Starfleet officers

were accused of murdering
the Klingon Chancellor.

They were brought back

to the Klingon Homeworld
to stand trial.

Captain Sulu had served under
both officers for many years,

and he felt
an intense loyalty to them.

Helm, set a course
for Kronos, maximum warp.

Take us through the Azure Nebula.

That should conceal our approach.

Aye, sir.

I don't get it.

What's going on?

He's about to attempt a rescue
of Captain Kirk and Dr. McCoy.

As you can see, everyone
seemed perfectly willing

to go along with this
breach of orders.

However, I felt differently.

Captain, am I correct in assuming

that you have decided to embark
on a rescue mission?

That's right.

Do you have a problem
with that, Ensign?

I do.

It is a direct violation
of our orders

from Starfleet Command,
and it could precipitate

an armed conflict
between the Klingon Empire

and the Federation.

Objection noted.

Resume your station.

Sir, as a Starfleet officer,

it is my duty to formally protest.

Tuvok...

A pretty bold statement
for an Ensign

with only... two months
space duty under his belt?

I am aware
of my limited experience,

but I am also very much aware
of Starfleet regulations

and my obligation
to carry them out.

That's enough.

Ensign, you're relieved.

I'm sorry about this, Captain.

I assure you
it will not happen again.

Ensign, you're absolutely right,

but you're also...

absolutely wrong.

You'll find that more happens

on the Bridge of a starship
than just

carrying out orders
and observing regulations.

There's a sense of loyalty

to the men and women
you serve with...

a sense of family.

Those two men on trial...

I served with them
for a long time.

I owe them my life
a dozen times over,

and right now, they're in trouble

and I'm going to help them.

Let the regulations be damned.

Sir, that is a most illogical
line of reasoning.

You better believe it.

Helm, engage.

You know, you did the right thing.

Perhaps.

Captain, we're approaching
the Azure Nebula.

On screen.

Tuvok...

that nebula...

it looks very similar to the one
we observed on Voyager.

Help me, Tuvok!

Please, don't let go!

No!

50 milligrams cordrazine.

There was a sudden disruption
in his hippocampus.

Luckily, he was in Sick Bay
or he'd be in a coma right now.

That's the good news.

The bad news is that
his synaptic pathways

are continuing to degrade.

If the repressed memory
keeps resurfacing

on its own, it's going to
cause more and more damage.

Eventually, his entire neural
structure will collapse,

resulting in brain death.

We were just starting
to make some progress.

We finally accessed
the repressed memory.

I saw Tuvok as a boy...

and the girl on the precipice.

Can I talk to him?

Not yet.

He suffered a severe
neural trauma,

so I'm keeping him sedated
for the next few hours.

I'll let you know when
it's safe to revive him.

Come in.

Ah, Ensign, what have you found?

I don't see any connection
between this nebula

and the one the Excelsior
saw 80 years ago.

This one's a class-17,
while theirs was an 11.

Both contained trace
amounts of sirillium,

but that's about all.

But they do look similar.

To the naked eye,
but not to sensors.

Technically,
they're very different.

You know, I've been
talking to the Doctor,

and he tells me it's not
unusual for a repressed memory

to resurface because
of a smell or a visual detail.

Maybe the visual similarities
between the two nebulae

simply triggered Tuvok's
memory of the Excelsior.

Well, what about the memory
of the little girl?

What does she have to do
with Tuvok's experiences

on board Sulu's ship?

The Excelsior seemed

so far removed from
that childhood incident.

Who knows what goes on
in a Vulcan's mind?

Maybe there is no connection

and going back to the memory
of the Excelsior

was just an accident, a stray
thought Tuvok was having

because of the similarities
between the two nebulae.

You may be right.

Nevertheless, I've been
studying the Excelsior logs.

What do they say?

Unfortunately, they don't say
anything at all.

Nothing?

It would seem
that Captain Sulu decided

not to enter that journey
into his official log.

The day's entry makes
some cryptic remark

about the ship being damaged
in a gaseous anomaly

and needing repairs
but nothing else.

You mean, he falsified his logs.

It was a very different time,
Mr. Kim.

Captain Sulu,
Captain Kirk, Dr. McCoy...

they all belonged
to a different breed

of Starfleet officer.

Imagine the era they lived in...

the Alpha Quadrant
still largely unexplored,

humanity on verge
of war with Klingons,

Romulans hiding
behind every nebula.

Even the technology
we take for granted

was still in its early stages.

No plasma weapons,
no multiphasic shields.

Their ships were half as fast.

No replicators, no holodecks.

You know, ever since I took

Starfleet history at the Academy,

I always wondered
what it would be like

to live in those days.

Space must have seemed a
whole lot bigger back then.

It's not surprising they had
to bend the rules a little.

They were a little slower
to invoke the Prime Directive

and a little quicker
to pull their phasers.

Of course, the whole bunch of them

would be booted
out of Starfleet today,

but I have to admit...

I would have loved to ride
shotgun at least once

with a group of officers
like that.

Sick Bay to Captain Janeway.

Go ahead, Doctor.

I'm ready to revive Mr. Tuvok.

Acknowledged.

I'm on my way.

Several hours
after we entered the nebula,

we were ambushed by Klingons.

A battle ensued,
and we were forced

to abort our rescue mission.

Do any of those events

seem related to the girl
in any way?

No. If there is a connection,
I am not aware of it.

I suggest we attempt
another mind-meld

and try again to access
my memory of the girl.

Agreed.

Doctor.

Your mind to my mind.

Your thoughts to my thoughts.

I am taking us back...

back to the boy that I was...

the boy lying on the precipice.

Hull breach on Deck 12,
Section 47.

Tuvok, we're back in the battle

with the Klingons again,
80 years ago.

I am at a loss to explain,
Captain.

But it's hard to accept
this as a coincidence.

Agreed.

I want to go back to the moment
when you first saw the nebula.

What happened?

Captain Sulu estimated it would
take approximately five hours

to traverse the nebula
and enter Klingon space.

He decided my shift
needed some rest,

so we returned
to the crew quarters.

I attempted to get some sleep.

However, my bunkmate
Dmitri Valtane,

felt the need to discuss
our situation.

Hey.

Tuvok.

Are you asleep?

No.

Me neither.

I can't believe
we're going to do this.

I didn't think the Captain
had it in him.

Had what in him?

You know...
the guts to defy an order

and run off on some rescue mission

to save old friends.

I take it from the tone
of your voice,

that you admire this trait.

Well, yeah.

It's courageous.

It is illogical and reckless,

which I attempted to point out
to him on the Bridge.

Oh, come on, Tuvok.

Isn't it more fun than
charting gaseous anomalies?

The human fascination with fun
has led to many tragedies

in your short but violent history.

One wonders
how your race has survived

having so much fun.

Ooh. Vulcans...
you guys need to relax.

No. I will not relax.

Ever since I entered the Academy,

I've had to endure the
egocentric nature of humanity.

You believe that everyone in
the galaxy should be like you,

that we should all share
your sense of humor

and your human values.

Well, if you hate it here so much,

why'd you join Starfleet
in the first place?

I joined under pressure
from my parents,

but I've already decided
to resign my commission

once this assignment is complete.

Well, your loss.

Tuvok, did you really mean that?

At this point in my life, yes.

My experiences at the Academy

and on board the Excelsior
were not pleasant.

I knew you left Starfleet

for over 50 years,
but I never knew why.

I didn't realize it was because
of a conflict with humans.

My perceptions of humanity
and Starfleet

were undoubtedly colored
by the fact

that I did not want to be
here in the first place.

Your parents really forced
you to go to the Academy?

It was their wish

and I felt an obligation
to fulfill it.

What did you do
during those 50 years?

I'd returned to Vulcan

where I spent several years
in seclusion,

immersing myself
in the Kolinahr...

a rigorous discipline
intended to purge all emotions.

I wanted to attain a state
of pure and total logic.

What happened?

Unfortunately,
six years into my studies,

I began the Pon farr

I took a mate.

T'Pel.

Yes. We decided to raise
a family together.

So I chose to postpone my studies.

And what brought you
back to Starfleet?

Raising children of my own
made me appreciate

what my parents
experienced raising me,

and I came to realize

that the decisions
I made as a young man

were not always
in my best interest.

I understood their decision
to send me to the Academy

and that there were many things

I could learn from humans
and other species.

So I decided to expand
my knowledge of the galaxy.

Starfleet provided
that opportunity.

Well, I'm glad you
had a change of heart.

As am I, Captain.

Although, "heart" had
very little to do with it.

It was a logical decision.

I'm sure it was.

Red Alert.

All hands to battle stations.

What's going on?

I thought we were still
five hours from Klingon space.

A Klingon battle cruiser
de-cloaked inside the nebula.

At this moment, they were firing

concussive charges across our bow.

We're being hailed, Captain.

On screen.

Mr. Sulu,

I see they have finally given
you the Captaincy you deserve.

Thank you, Kang.

Do not let it end prematurely.

Kang, we've been
on a survey mission

studying this nebula.

Our navigation system
malfunctioned

and I'm afraid we got lost.

As soon as we've
completed repairs,

we'll be on our way.

We'd be happy to escort you
back to Federation space.

Very generous of you.

But we can manage.

I insist.

Actually, an escort
would be welcome.

We'd hate to lose our way again.

Bring your ship about,
bearing 181 mark 2.

Nice to see you again, Kang.

Captain Sulu?

Man your station, Lieutenant.

We're not giving up just yet.

Helm, come about.

Tactical status.

They have their forward
disruptors trained on us, sir.

Ensign Tuvok, what is the
composition of this nebula?

Primarily oxygen and argon

with traces of theta-xenon,
fluorine and sirillium gas.

Sirillium?

That's a highly combustible
substance, isn't it?

Affirmative.

Is there any way we could
ignite the sirillium?

If we modulated

a positron beam
to a subspace frequency,

it would trigger
a thermochemical reaction

in the sirillium.

Like tossing a match
into a pool of gasoline.

Would their shields
withstand the blast?

Yes. But their sensors
and tactical systems

would be disrupted
for several seconds.

That's all the time we need.

Tuvok, modulate a positron beam
and stand by.

We'll ignite the sirillium
the instant we clear the nebula.

Helm, prepare to engage
maximum warp on my command.

Aye, sir.

All hands, this is the Captain.

Secure stations
and batten down the hatches.

The positron beam
is charged and ready.

On my mark, Ensign.

We're clearing the nebula.

Mr. Tuvok, light the match.

The Klingon ship's been disabled.

They're not pursuing, sir.

Helm, set a course for Kronos.
Engage.

Commander Rand, I want you...

Sir, long-range sensors
are detecting

three Klingon battle cruisers
on an intercept course.

They're arming torpedoes.

Heading, sir?

Maintain course.

Return fire!

They've knocked out
our targeting scanners.

Switch to manual!

Mr. Valtane, there's a rupture

in the plasma conduit
behind your console.

Get away from that station!

One more second.

Dmitri, you must...

Bridge to Sick Bay,
medical emergency!

Tuvok...

Tuvok!

Help!

Don't let me fall!

No!

Doctor, what's happening?

Their memory engrams
are destabilizing.

Something must be going
wrong with the mind-meld.

I'm going to bring them out of it.

It's not working.

Their neural patterns
appear to be locked together.

I can't break the meld.

The damage to his synaptic
patterns is accelerating.

At this rate, he'll be
brain dead in 20 minutes.

Get me a cortical stimulator!

I saw her again, Tuvok...

the girl.

When Valtane died just now,

it seemed to cause
the memory to resurface.

What is it?

Something's gone wrong
with the mind-meld.

Who the hell are you?

Intruder alert!

Get security up here!

What's happening?
Why can he see me?

I asked you a question.

Who are you and what are you
doing on my ship?

It's an indication
that the rate of deterioration

in my brain has increased.

At advanced stages
of a t'lokan schism,

memories and thought processes
become distorted and confused.

Ensign, do you know this woman?

I will break the meld, Captain.

No, don't.

I think we're getting
close to something.

Everything seems to be centered
around the death of Valtane.

Direct hit on the port bow.
Shields down to 20 percent.

Losing atmosphere
on Decks 5, 6 and 7.

I'll reroute auxiliary power
to structural integrity.

Maybe something happened
in that moment

between the two of you...

some detail you
aren't remembering.

I want you to try and replay
those events one more time.

I will try, but I must point out

that if my neural structures
collapse during the meld,

you will suffer
brain damage as well.

I understand.

Take those two to the brig.

Captain, if we replay those
events and they see you,

it will disrupt the memory again.

Then we've got to find a way
to make me inconspicuous.

All right, Gamma Shift,

time to defend the Federation
against gaseous anomalies.

How are you, Ensign?

Who are you?

We could have just asked her.

Asking female officers
for their clothing

could lead to misunderstanding.

I've programmed
a cortical stimulator

to emit thoron radiation.

We'll bombard
his telepathic cortex.

That should be enough
to terminate the meld.

We'll begin
with a 20-kilodyne burst

of five-second duration
on my mark.

Now.

It's working.

Their neural patterns
are starting to separate.

My god.

What is it?

That's Tuvok's memory engram.

That's the Captain's.

But this red pattern
seems to be another engram.

A third memory engram.

How's that possible?

It's not...

which means it can't
really be an engram.

From the neurochemical modulation,

I'd say it's something
masquerading as an engram.

The way viruses sometimes mimic
certain blood factors to avoid

being destroyed by antibodies?

So you're saying it's a virus.

I think so.

The thoron radiation

must have caused it
to manifest itself.

Increasing the radiation level
should destroy it.

Go to 40 kilodynes,
ten second burst.

Now!

The Klingon ship's
been disabled, sir.

They're no longer pursuing.

Helm, set a course for Kronos.

Engage.

Who's at communications?

Commander Rand is supposed
to be on duty, sir.

Where is she?

Sir, long-range sensors

are detecting three
Klingon battle cruisers

on an intercept course.

They're arming torpedoes.

Maintain course.

Return fire!

They've knocked out
our targeting scanners, sir.

Switch to manual.

Mr. Valtane, there's a rupture

in the plasma conduit
behind your console.

Get away from that station.

One more second.

Dmitri, you must...

It's about to happen.

Try to remember every detail
about the next few seconds.

Concentrate.

Tuvok...

Help me!

Help me, Tuvok!

I saw her, Tuvok.

I saw the girl.

Stay with it.

I am trying.

But my mind is weakening.

This is our last chance.

Take us to the precipice.

Concentrate.

Take us to the girl.

It's working.

The mind-meld is almost broken

and the radiation appears
to be killing the virus.

Increase thoron levels to...

The virus is migrating.

It's embedding itself
in the Captain's brain.

Cortical stimulator.

Kathryn!

Help me, Kathryn, please!

Don't let go.

Don't let me fall!

No!

Program a 50-kilodyne burst

five-second duration
on my mark. Now.

Help me, Tuvok!

The virus protein structures
are breaking down.

It's dying.

Increase thoron radiation
to 80 kilodynes 15 seconds. Now.

Help me, Dmitri!

Please, don't let go!

Don't let me fall!

Again!

Don't let me fall!

No!

No!

No!

No!

No!

It's clearly a viral
parasite of some kind,

but its origin
and genome classification

are not on record.

We were able to kill it
using thoron radiation.

What do you know about it?

The virus thrives on peptides
generated in the brain.

It evades the body's immune system

by disguising itself
as a memory engram.

Apparently, the parasite used

the childhood memory of the
falling girl as camouflage.

Creating a false memory
so traumatic

that the mind would repress it
and that's where

it would live,
in person after person,

hiding in a part of the brain
that the conscious mind

would want to avoid at all costs.

When it sensed
the death of the host,

it would leave to find another.

That's why it migrated
from Valtane to me.

What about the girl?

Did she ever really exist

or did the organism
invent the memory?

Memory is a tricky thing.

If it was a real event,
it's been buried and copied

and twisted so many times

there's no way to tell
what really happened.

Thank you, Doctor.

I'm curious.

Did the Excelsior ever
save Kirk and McCoy?

Not directly.

We were forced to retreat
back to Federation space.

As usual, Captain Kirk provided
his own means of escape.

But we did play a pivotal role

at the subsequent battle
at Khitomer.

Mr. Tuvok, if I didn't
know you better,

I'd say you miss
those days on the Excelsior.

On the contrary.

I do not experience
feelings of nostalgia.

But there are times when I
think back to those days

of meeting Kirk, Spock
and the others,

and I am pleased
that I was part of it.

In a funny way,

I feel like I was
a part of it, too.

Then perhaps you can be
nostalgic for both of us.