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Narrator:
Previously on enterprise:

Archer: We're in bad shape.
I can't deny that.

Perhaps my crew can help.

T'pol: My emotions are growing
more difficult to control.

Phlox:
You used trellium for three months.

You may have to learn
to live with these emotions.

These are the coordinates
for the council chamber.

Archer:
It will take us weeks to get there.

There's a shorter route.
A subspace corridor.

I'll meet you at the far end
in three days.

See you in three days.

Woman: Come in.

The probe?

We couldn't stop it
from entering the vortex.

It's on its way to earth.

Seven million people.

Everything is happening
as it did before.

Then you have no choice.

You must find Jonathan Archer.

Come in.

Trip: I'm sorry to bother you.

I'm having a little trouble
falling asleep.

I think my insomnia's come back.

You're here for neuropressure?

It's been weeks. We've all been
under a lot of stress lately.

I thought it might
do us both some good.

I think we should
discontinue these treatments.

Why?

You've become quite skilled
with the postures I've shown you.

You told me it takes years
to master neuropressure.

- I'm not that quick a study.
- I've taught you all I can.

Truth is, I'm sleeping fine.

I didn't come for neuropressure.
I came because I'm worried about you.

Worried?

You've been keeping to yourself
a lot lately, even more than usual.

You spend every free moment
in your quarters.

You even asked chef
to bring your meals here.

The mess hall's heavily damaged.
Where do you suggest I eat?

Come on.

You gotta admit.

You've been avoiding me
ever since the two of us...

You know, when we...

Had sexual relations.

Wow, it's real romantic
when you put it that way.

I told you,
what happened was an exploration,

not the prelude
to an intimate relationship.

I never said
I wanted a relationship.

You helped me get through a rough patch,
and I'm grateful.

I just stopped by
to see if I could return the favor.

I appreciate your concern.

But I'm fine.

Degra said these kovaalans had
only one or two ships inside the nebula.

It would appear
that his information is out of date.

There are at least
half a dozen ships.

According to degra, they're not
very tolerant of trespassers.

How close are they to the corridor?

T'pol: Within 60,000 kilometers.

We'll ionize the hull.

That should mask our approach
for a while.

I suggest we enter here,
above this layer of metreon gas.

It should reflect
our engine signature,

create multiple sensor ghosts,
false readings.

If we're lucky, they won't know
which one to fire at.

You gave them the coordinates?

They could attack the council.

Archer's ship was heavily damaged.

They wouldn't stand a chance
against one of our cruisers.

There may be other human ships
in the expanse.

Those readings were never confirmed.

This discussion is pointless.

You won't be allowed to bring Archer
before the council.

Then we won't ask their permission.

He'll be killed the moment he steps
into the council chamber.

They have to listen!

His allegations are too important
to simply dismiss.

Do you believe
Archer's being truthful?

I don't think
he's told us everything,

but I can't explain the evidence
that we saw.

The humans could have
manufactured this evidence.

They'd do anything
to save their planet.

If Archer is telling the truth,

then all the council's efforts
will be for nothing.

The reptilians patrol this side
of the corridor.

They'll destroy the human vessel
as soon as it comes through.

I've already considered that.

We can protect them.

What makes you think
the reptilians won't fire on us?

Archer: Tactical alert.

Take us in.

Aye, sir.

A ship is dropping out of warp.

Archer: Can you identify it?

- This can't be right.
- T'pol?

It's starfleet. Nx class.

Are you sure
it's not a sensor reflection?

We haven't entered the nebula yet.

Whoever they are,
they're on an intercept course.

We're within visual range.

Must be the nx-02 Columbia.

It's still under construction.

I don't think that's Columbia.

We're being hailed.

Captain Archer,
you must reverse course immediately.

- Who are you?
- There's no time to explain.

Alter your heading.

Archer: Come about, ensign.

Would you tell me
what the hell is going on?

Your weapons won't be necessary.

I'd like some answers first.

I'm lorian,
commander of enterprise.

Karyn Archer, my first officer.

We should find a place to talk.

Perhaps the conference room.

You'll want t'poi to join us.

You can't take your ship
into the subspace corridor.

If you do, it will be thrown
back in time 117 years.

How would you know that?

Because it's already happened.

We're here to make certain
that history doesn't repeat itself.

The kovaalans attacked enterprise
as soon as it entered the nebula.

Phase cannons are offline.

Torpedoes, full spread.

How long
until we reach the corridor?

Eighteen seconds.

Aft plating's gone.

We're losing speed.

Hold your course!

Lorian: The trip through the corridor
took only a few seconds.

It didn't take long before your crew
realized something was wrong.

No sign of pursuit.

Archer: Where are we?

We've traveled 11.6 light years.

Degra?

T'pol:
Nothing on long-range sensors.

Captain, the stars.

They're not
where they're supposed to be.

Are you sure
we're at the right coordinates?

Lorian: Enterprise was in the right place,
but it was over a hundred years early.

We're not entirely sure why
this happened, but we have a theory.

We think your impulse wake
destabilized the corridor,

causing it to shift in time.

Why didn't you-...

Didn't we—...

Go back through it?

T'pol eventually determined

that ships can only travel through
this corridor in one direction.

I'll notify the crew.

Let Travis know
we'll be getting under way.

What course should we set?

Even if we could find a way out
of the expanse,

we can't go back to earth.

Contaminating our own culture,
our own history.

Cochrane's warp flight won't happen
for another 26 years.

Maybe there's a way we can
use this to our advantage.

- How?
- We know the date

when earth is attacked
by the first xindi probe.

We may be able to figure out
a way to warn them

or even prevent the attack.

The probe won't be deployed
for more than a hundred years.

Lorian: Your crew realized
it would be their descendants

who'd have to complete this mission.

It was only a matter of time
before the first child was born.

Enterprise became
a generational ship.

You showed your children how to operate
and maintain its systems,

and they did the same
for their children.

You've been flying
around the expanse

for over a century?

That's unlikely.

Enterprise doesn't have fuel
or provisions for such a long journey.

You've hardly changed, mother.

I beg your pardon.

You made alliances
with other species,

traded technology
for food and supplies.

You even acquired
a few alien crew members.

We did our best to carry out
the mission you gave us, captain.

To destroy the first xindi probe.

But you failed.

We had years to prepare.

But in the end,
we were only one starship.

Our weapons were no match
for the xindi.

We couldn't stop the first attack,
but we can help you stop the second.

We can make certain you reach
the rendezvous with degra this time.

You said we couldn't travel
through the corridor.

You won't need to.

We've encountered dozens of species.

Some of them shared their
propulsion technology with us.

We got these schematics
from haradin traders.

We can use them to modify
your injector assembly.

You'll be able to travel
at warp 6.9 for brief intervals.

The hull wasn't designed
for that speed.

We'll show you how to reinforce
structural integrity.

You'll be able to reach degra
in less than two days.

You've made these modifications
on your own ship?

Our plasma injectors are too old.
They can't handle the stress.

But your injectors
are practically new.

You're still not convinced.

You've got to admit,
it's a lot to accept.

We don't have a lot of time.

You need to
start these modifications.

I'm not comfortable doing that
just yet.

Perhaps we should go to sickbay.

Phlox can confirm our identity.

They are who they claim to be.

Most of the young woman's
ancestors were human,

but there are also chromosomes from
three species I've never seen before.

These genetic markers
belong to you, captain.

She would appear to be
your great granddaughter.

I've compared your genetic profile
with lorian's.

These base pair sequences
could only have come from you.

These chromosomes are human.

That's correct.
They came from his father.

That's impossible.

Humans and vulcans
have never been able to reproduce.

According to lorian, I discovered,
or rather, I will discover

a method of successfully combining
human and vulcan genomes.

Who's the father?

Commander Tucker.

Archer:
Captain's starlog, supplemental.

I've decided to proceed with lorian's plan
to modify our warp engines.

Both ships have moved
a safe distance from the nebula

to avoid conflict
with the kovaalans.

It's the strangest thing.

I look at you, and I see my father.

Right here, around the eyes.

Now, the ears,
those are your mother's.

Wait a minute, you smiled.

I wasn't raised with the same
inhibitions most vulcans have.

My human side has allowed me to find
a balance between emotion and logic.

I've even been known
to tell a joke on occasion.

Would you hand me the coil spanner?

I learned almost everything I know
by studying your engineering logs.

Pretty dry reading.

I hope I gave you
some hands-on training as well.

I'm sure you would have.

You should re-initialize the startup
routine before going to warp 6.

There's something
you're not telling me.

You died when I was 14.

What happened?

I'm not sure we should be
discussing your future.

It couldn't have been easy growing up
without the old man around.

Sorry I wasn't there.

You were a good father.

It's strange,
being able to tell you that.

We've doubled the efficiency
of our atmosphere processors.

- We can give you those specs too.
- Thanks.

Starfleet will be glad to hear
enterprise was built to last.

Girl: Uh-oh.

Archer:
Wasn't that boy denobulan?

Many of our crew
are descendants of phlox.

He and Amanda had nine children.

You're not entirely human yourself.

My great grandmother was ikaaran.

Was that...?

Your wife.

Her name was esilia.

You rescued her ship
from an anomaly field.

You know, finding your ship
explains a few things.

When the xindi took me prisoner,
they asked me one question.

They wanted to know how many ships
starfleet had in the expanse.

I'm sure they've picked us up
on their sensors more than once.

I thought we were going
to the bridge.

There's someone
who'd like to see you first.

Old t'pol: Hello, Jonathan.

It's good to see you.

Living with humans for so long
has changed you.

They didn't tell me
you were still aboard.

Ah. You mean still alive.

You look well.

How's trip?

He's fine.

If you'd like, I'll have him
come by and say hello.

That might be awkward.

There's so much I wanna ask you.

I don't know where to start.

I wish we had time
to get reacquainted.

You must give this
to your science officer.

She'll know what it means.

Two. A boy and a girl.
Toru and yoshiko.

- Who's the father?
- Hoshi: I don't know.

It was probably in their database,
but I didn't look it up.

Why not?
You've gotta be curious.

Some things are better left
a mystery.

How about you?
Did you get married?

Corporal McKenzie.

How well do you know her?

We talked
after a training session once.

Yeah? You should ask her out.

- Is this taken?
- Please.

Lieutenant, who'd you end up with?

On the other enterprise.

Did you get married, have kids?

Actually, I didn't.

Apparently the Reed family line
came to a rather unceremonious end.

You'd think on a ship quite this size
I would've been able to find someone.

Women only make up a third
of the crew.

There were bound to be
a few bachelors left over.

Yeah. And it would appear
I'm going to be one of them.

- I'm on duty in a few minutes.
- Me too.

- See you later, sir.
- Yeah.

This seat's available.

She thinks
that lorian's plan won't work.

T'pol found a discrepancy
in his calculations.

If we exceed warp 5.6,

the injectors could
start to overload.

We'd be destroyed.

Have you shown that to trip?

He agrees with the assessment.

We'll have to contact degra.

Tell him we won't be able to
make the rendezvous.

There is an alternative.

The subspace corridor.

- We'll be thrown back in time.
- Not necessarily.

T'pol spent many years examining
their sensor logs from the incident.

She believes it's possible
to reconfigure our impulse manifolds.

It should prevent the corridor
from destabilizing.

How long will it take?

You should have told me.
My ship could be destroyed.

There's only a 22 percent chance
of an overload.

I'd call that a damn big risk.

There's no alternative.

You'll be thrown into the past
if you try to use the corridor.

I've got two t'pols
who disagree with you.

The kovaalans will attack enterprise
the moment it enters the nebula.

If they damage your manifolds,
the corridor will destabilize again.

- It's our best option.
- You have to listen to me.

This is my mission
and my decision!

Saving earth is my mission
as much as yours.

I didn't come over here
for a debate.

I've already given the order.

Trip's shorthanded in engineering.

If you could spare a few people,
he could get the work done faster.

You're the captain.

You shouldn't have spoken to Archer.

He had a right to know the risks.

Why didn't you tell him?

If they use that corridor,
their mission will fail.

Earth will be destroyed.

You're allowing your human side
to get the better of you.

You know nothing about being human.

I know that for them,

guilt can be a powerful motivator.

Don't let it cloud your judgment.

Maybe you'd be a little more concerned
if vulcan was in danger, and not earth.

We'll meet with degra.
I'll speak to the xindi council.

But degra's not expecting us.

Archer's following the same
course of action he did before.

He's not gonna be at the rendezvous.

But their plan could work.

We can't just sit here
and hope he succeeds.

Billions of lives are at stake.

How are we supposed to reach degra?

We can't sustain warp 6.
Our injectors are too old.

We're going to use the injectors
from Archer's ship.

Do you expect him
to simply give them to us?

You're going to steal them?
Their warp drive will be disabled.

My father's a resourceful engineer.

He'll be able to fabricate
new injectors.

You're asking me
to betray Jonathan Archer.

I know this won't be easy,

but we've had to
make difficult choices before.

Our parents and grandparents lived
and died aboard this ship

to ensure that someday
we would be able to stop the xindi.

This is our time.

If earth is going to survive,
we have to act.

Have you spent any time
talking to lorian?

Not really.

You should.

He seems like a good kid.

He's hardly a kid.
He's more than a hundred years old.

Only in the expanse could I have a son
who's nearly three times my age.

Who would have thought,
you and me, huh?

Lorian says we're gonna be married
in a traditional vulcan ceremony.

It's gonna take me weeks
to learn to pronounce the vows.

You know where we're gonna have
our honeymoon?

Cargo bay three.

He says I'll fill it up with sand
that we dug up from a passing asteroid.

I'm even supposed to...

I'm even supposed to manufacture
a palm tree.

It's ridiculous to assume
those events are going to happen.

Hand me the flux coupler.

Aren't you at all curious

about how you and I
are supposed to end up together?

The fact that our counterparts married
doesn't mean we'll do the same.

You're afraid to admit
that under the right circumstances,

you could have feelings for me.

Maybe you have them already.

I should have known
this was a mistake.

What?

Exploring human sexuality with you.

You're obviously unable
to have a physical relationship

without developing
an emotional attachment.

You know, all the other women on board
must have been taken,

because I can't imagine any other reason
I would have married someone

as stubborn as you.

I'll go help rostov
with the port manifold.

You seem to have everything
under control.

Injectors are still online.

Greer, how much longer?

It's taking more time than we thought
to reroute the plasma. Stand by.

Trip: Hold off on it for now.

I want those starboard modules
recalibrated first.

Hold your fire.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Greer: Greer to lorian.

The flow's been diverted.

Get back to the ship. Go.

We won't be able to go to warp
without those injectors!

Archer gave me no other option.

Take some advice from your old man.

You don't wanna do this.

He'll alert the others.

I'm sorry.

- What's wrong?
- Warp engines just went offline.

Our plasma injectors are disengaged.

Archer to engineering.

Trip, respond.

Send a security team.

- They've undocked.
- Archer: Hail them.

No response.

They're preparing to go to warp.

Disable their engines.

- They're targeting our nacelles.
- Take us to warp.

They've knocked out
the starboard power couplings.

Get us out of here, full impulse.

Return fire.

Hull plating at 61 percent!

- They're making a run for it.
- Stay with them.

They have the same
complement of weapons as we do.

We would appear
to be evenly matched.

Get down to the transporter,
and stand by.

Bring us in low, underneath them.

Target their hull plating relays.

We've lost hull plating!

- T'pol?
- I can't establish a lock.

- We need to get closer.
- You heard her.

We've lost power on c-deck!

Weapons are gone.

Two thousand meters.

Sir, our weapons are losing power.

Archer's using the transporter.
They've taken one of our eps manifolds.

Now lock onto their primary relays.

They're on c-deck, junction 12.

Acknowledged.

We're losing main power.

Archer: This is captain Archer.

Looks like we've got some things
that belong to each other.

Why don't we call a truce

and return our respective property.

Reed: Sir.

They still have one torpedo
in the fonnard tube.

It's locked onto
our starboard engine.

I know you've got your finger
on the trigger.

If you fire that torpedo,

you're going to hurt a lot of people
over here.

Lonan.

Answer me.

We can't do this.

There's too much at stake.

These people are family.

I'm not going to let you kill them.

Captain.

It's over.

Stand down weapons.

Tell Archer I wanna talk.

You were lucky.

Phlox says the injuries
on both ships were minor.

You almost crippled us.
My mission would have been over.

Your mission is over, captain.
You just won't accept it.

I took the only logical course
of action.

Attacking your ancestors
doesn't sound very logical to me.

You wouldn't understand.

You can't.

You don't know what it's like,
living with the responsibility.

Millions of people are dead
because of me.

I'm sure your crew did everything
they could to stop the probe.

I could have destroyed it!

Years ago, I swore
to my captain on his deathbed,

I'd save those 7 million lives.

You were the man
I made that promise to.

I devoted my life to that mission.

We knew the coordinates
of the launch platform,

the exact minute the weapon
was going to be deployed.

But our plan didn't work.

I had one last chance.

Use enterprise itself,
set a collision course with the probe.

But I hesitated.

My emotions took over.

I couldn't give an order
that would kill my crew.

By the time I realized my mistake,
it was too late.

The probe was gone.

I won't let my emotions
get in the way again.

I will not let earth be destroyed.

I could keep you locked up in here,

but that wouldn't
do either of us any good.

All that matters
is what we're going to do next.

Whether you agree with it or not,

I'm taking my ship
into that corridor.

And I'll stand a much better chance
of completing this mission,

our mission,

if we work together.

Old t'pol: Come in.

Am I disturbing you?

Please.

Tea?

- Chamomile?
- Of course.

We had trouble
with your modifications.

We were only able to reduce
our particle wake by 86 percent.

The corridor
could destabilize again.

If you place
an isomagnetic collector here,

it should absorb
any residual particles.

I'm not familiar
with that type of device.

It's something we picked up
from the ikaarans.

I should be able to
find the schematics.

Are you feeling better?

What do you mean?

Your trellium addiction.

Have the symptoms diminished?

To a degree.

But I haven't fully recovered.

You'll never fully recover.

The emotions you've accessed
will be with you the rest of your life.

Ah. Here we are.

Don't forget your tea.

You're going to have to learn
to embrace them,

live with them as I have.

There's someone on your ship
who can help.

Phlox has already given me
a neural suppressant.

I don't mean phlox.

Trip can be an outlet
for these feelings,

if you'll trust him.

The emotions he stirred in me
were powerful

and frightening.

I tried to push him away.

If enterprise hadn't been stranded
in the past,

it's possible
I never would have married trip.

But I can't imagine what my life
would have been like without him.

What do you suggest I do?

There's a human expression,

"follow your heart."

What if my heart doesn't know
what it wants?

It will.

In time.

It will.

Weapons are standing by.

Take us in.

Are the signatures being reflected?

I'm reading multiple images.

How long
until we reach the corridor?

Six minutes.

They've detected us.

Three ships
are on an intercept course.

Return fire!

The nebula's interfering
with our targeting scanners.

We'll wait until they get closer.

They don't seem to be
having the same problem.

- Aft plating's at 42 percent.
- Malcolm!

Just a few more seconds, sir.

We have a lock.

Archer to lorian.

The lead ship's disabled.
The other two are falling back.

Well done, captain.

They must have been surprised when
your reflection turned and attacked them.

Sir, we're losing speed.

- Tip: Tucker to the bridge!
- Go ahead.

That last torpedo
took out the primary drive coil!

I've gotta shut down
the port engine!

Understood.

Lonan.

It looks like we're not gonna
be able to keep up with you.

The aliens are regrouping.
Four ships.

Bring us a hundred meters
off Archer's bow.

Power the tractor emitters.

Captain, tell your crew
to brace themselves.

We're increasing speed.

They've engaged a tractor beam.

Thanks for the lift.
We'll see you on the other side.

Sir, the kovaalans will be in
weapons range in less than 20 seconds.

The aliens are closing.

Twelve thousand meters.
Ten thousand.

Uhn. Target their weapons!

- Hull plating's holding.
- What about Archer?

Their aft plating's almost gone.

See if we can get the aliens' attention.
Torpedoes, full spread.

We've lost aft plating.

Forty-five seconds to the corridor.
Weapons are down.

- They're targeting Archer's reactor.
- Disengage the tractor beam.

New course, 180 Mark 0.

We 7! Keep them off your back.

Your momentum will carry you
into the corridor.

We'll follow as soon as we can.

Tell my parents
that I'll see them soon.

Twelve seconds to the corridor.

Direct hit!
The pylons are starting to buckle!

Reserve power to hull plating.

Hull integrity's failing.

Fonnard launchers are gone!

Divert everything
to the phase cannons!

Continue firing!

No sign of pursuit.

- Where are we?
- We've traveled 11.6 light years.

Are we still in the right century?

Stars are where
they're supposed to be.

What about lorian?

No sign of him yet, sir.

Archer:
Captain's starlog, supplemental.

It's been five hours, and the
other enterprise still hasn't arrived.

Repairs to our impulse drive
are unden/vay.

One ship against four.

It's unlikely they survived.

Lorian has years
of command experience.

Something tells me
we shouldn't write him off yet.

Isuppose
there's another possibility.

Since we weren't thrown
into the past,

maybe history
somehow corrected itself.

Are you suggesting that
the other enterprise never existed?

If you're right,

then why would we remember them?

Hoshi: Bridge to captain Archer.

- Go ahead.
- Could you come out here, sir?

- A ship's dropping out of warp.
- Hoshi: It's degra.

Hoshi: He's hailing us.

Archer: Put him up.

Captain, you're early.