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Captain's Log, Stardate 48532.4.

We're on our way
to a rogue planetoid

which Mr. Neelix tells us

is an extremely rich source
of raw dilithium.

lf he's right,
this could go a long way

toward easing
our power shortage.

Assuming we do find dilithium
on this planetoid,

we're going to need
a refining facility

on the ship to process it.

Lieutenant Torres
has already asked permission

to start modifications

to the auxiliary
impulse reactor.

lt could be converted into
a crude dilithium refinery.

The impulse reactor?

Sometimes l think B'Elanna
goes out of her way

to find solutions that ignore
Starfleet procedures.

Her arguments
are quite convincing.

She thinks
it can be done safely.

l'm sure it can.

Tell her l want regular
reports on her progress

every step of the way.

Are you sure you won't
join me for breakfast?

l was thinking of having
eggs Benedict with asparagus,

strawberries and cream...

l said l was thinking about it.

l'm actually having
ration pack #5--

stewed tomatoes
with dehydrated eggs.

Mmm, sounds delicious,
but l've already had

my vacuum-packed oatmeal
this morning.

l'll see you on the Bridge.

Here you are.

Hope you enjoy it.

What is going on here?

Captain, you caught
me by surprise.

l could say the same thing.

What are you doing?

l know how you and the
other, uh, senior officers

have been-- excuse me--

disappointed
with the rations lately,

so l thought l'd use
a few of the vegetables

from the hydroponics
bay and whip up a...

ooh, a little breakfast.

You have turned this
into a Galley?

lt wasn't easy.

l had to completely reroute
the Mess Hall power conduits

and scrounge a lot of supplies
from all over the ship,

but that's my specialty--
making something out of nothing.

l know it doesn't
look like much now,

but in a few days, you'll swear

there'd been a Galley here
for years.

Careful.
That one is a little spicy.

Neelix... who approved this?

Uh, well... no one.

Well, you might have
asked me first.

This used to be
my private dining room.

Your, your dining room?

lf you had checked
the ship's directory,

you'd have noticed
that Cabin 125-Alpha, Deck 2,

is designated as the Captain's
Private Dining Room.

Oh... oh, ah, then l guess
that you'll be wanting me

to move all of this stuff
out of your way?

Bridge to Captain Janeway.

Go ahead.

We're approaching
the rogue planetoid, Captain.

On my way.

l want you to come with me.

We will deal with this later.

Ensign Parsons, would you mind

keeping an eye on things
until l get back...

and, uh, rotate the darvot
fritters every ten minutes

until they turn
a deep chartreuse.

And remember-- one,
one to a customer.

What have you found?

We're picking up definite
dilithium signatures, Captain.

The strongest readings
are originating from ten to 20

kilometers inside the planetoid.

lt also looks like there's
a series of subterranean caves

with an oxygen-nitrogen
atmosphere.

Class-M.
lt'll make mining a lot easier

if we can go in there
without environmental suits.

How much dilithium
are we talking about?

lt's hard to get
a precise reading.

lt could be anywhere from 500
to... 1,000 metric tons.

Just as l said.

l bet there are
few Yallitian engineers

who'd give all three
of their spinal columns

to know where this planet is.

Commander, take an away team
down into those caves and do

a preliminary
geological analysis.

Lieutenant, you'd better get

your dilithium refinery on line.

lt'll be ready to go
in three days.

Ensign Kim.

Where are you going?

With you.

l've been studying
my Tricorder Operations Manual.

Lieutenant Torres
has brought me up-to-date

on dilithium geophysics.

l've been preparing
for this mission all week.

Very well, Mr. Neelix.

l think you'll find me
extremely helpful, Commander.

l remember the first time
that l flew past this planet.

lt was about three years ago...

Deck 4.

Looks like there are several
large deposits

in this general vicinity.

Let's split up and begin
taking geological scans.

Keep your com channels
open at all times

and don't wander too far.

Stay within a 50-meter
radius of this position.

Chakotay to Kim.

Go ahead.

l'm still picking up
dilithium signatures...

but there are no
dilithium formations here.

Have you found anything yet?

l'm running
a geo-stratal analysis

of the rock in this vicinity.

But so far, there's no
indication of any dilithium.

Keep looking.

Neelix to Commander Chakotay.

Go ahead.

l think l found something--

a large cavern approximately
20 meters from my position.

l'm reading a huge
dilithium formation there.

Don't go any further, Neelix.

Stay within the search radius.

l'll be with you in a minute.

But it's right here!

l'm in the cavern now,
Commander, but...

l don't understand this.

Let me guess-- nothing there?

Not so much as a sliver
of dilithium.

And yet, according
to my readings,

l should be surrounded by it.

All right, l've had enough
of this.

Kim, Neelix,
we're heading back to the ship.

Rendezvous with the...

Wait a minute.

l'm getting unusual readings
from this rock face.

Traces of organic energy.

Looks like
a bioelectrical signature.

l think there's something alive
down here.

lt's about... two meters
into this rock face.

Neelix, l said get back here.

Neelix, did you hear
what l said?

Just one minute, Commander.

Hello?

ls there someone there?

Hello?

l know there's somebody...

Neelix, what's wrong?

Neelix!

Kim!

l'm on my way, sir.

l can't be sure, but l think
he's going into shock.

Chakotay to Voyager--
medical emergency.

Beam us directly to Sick Bay.

Get the blood-gas infuser.

The what?

Equipment Storage Unit 2,
second shelf on the left, now.

Hold him still.

What's happening, Doctor?

He's going into a coma.

The infuser will keep
his oxygen level stable

for the next hour or so,
but after that, he'll die.

His lungs have been removed.

By the time we got to him,
he was unconscious.

How could anyone remove
his organs so quickly?

The doctor says
whoever did this

used some kind of transporter

to beam the lungs
directly out of his body.

What happened?

lt appears that Neelix
was attacked.

We don't know how it happened,

but someone has surgically
removed his lungs.

Did you find any evidence

of the life sign
that Neelix reported?

No.

Captain, l've analyzed
the sensor logs

from Neelix's tricorder.

The bio-scanner picked up

a single class-3
humanoid organism.

The blood-gas infuser

will keep him alive
for another 47 minutes.

The only chance for his survival
l see at the moment

is to get his own lungs back.

Can't we fit him with
a pair of artificial lungs?

His respiratory system
is directly linked

to multiple points
along his spinal column.

lt's too complex to replicate.

l may be able to surgically
reattach the organs

if we get them back.

ln the meantime, l'll have
to search for other options.

Commander, l'm taking an away
team back to the planet.

You're in charge
until we return.

lnform Mr. Tuvok

l want three armed security
detachments to accompany us.

lssue type-3 phasers.

Mr. Paris,

did they teach you how to
run a respiratory series

in your biochemistry
classes at the Academy?

No, l'm afraid they didn't.

Fine. l'll run it myself.

Get me a pulmonary scanner.

l'm going to have
to ask you to leave.

l'm not leaving.

All right, just keep
out of the way.

Here it is.

This is where Neelix
was standing

when he was attacked.

According to his tricorder log,

he was scanning this rock face
when he detected the life sign.

Neelix said there was
a life sign

two meters behind this wall,

but my tricorder says
there's nothing but solid rock

for another 15 meters.

lt sounds like our tricorders

aren't giving us
the real picture

behind what's going on here.

Wait a minute.

The rock is warmer here.

You're right, Captain.

There's a two-degree
differential

in this section of the wall.

There are no natural
geological phenomena

that could be creating
this heat source.

Let's make a little heat
of our own.

There was a highly sophisticated
force field in place.

There's a chamber
down this corridor.

Doc, l think his cellular
toxicity level is rising.

lt's up to 32 percent.

Let's see if we can
stabilize those levels.

Get me a cytoplasmic
stimulator.

Ah, we don't have one.

Then replicate one.

Yeah.

The design schematics are in
the ship's medical data base.

Right.

The man drives
a 700,000-ton starship

so somebody thinks
he'd make a good medic.

l can survive with
one lung, can't l?

What if l donated
a lung to Neelix?

A transplant is not an option.

No one aboard is a compatible
match for a Talaxian.

We're going to need
a completely new way

to oxygenate his blood supply

and relay
neuro-electrical impulses.

Our replicators can't produce

compatible artificial
organs for him,

but maybe there's a way
to mimic their functions

and give us direct control
of his respiratory system.

Computer, is there
an identification matrix

on Mr. Neelix from the last
time he used the transporter?

Affirmative.

Transfer it to console 4.

What are you doing?

l'm using the transporter matrix

to get exact specifications
for Neelix's lungs.

l thought you just said
we can't replicate his lungs.

We can't, but if l can
reconfigure my emitter array,

l might be able to create
a pair of holographic lungs

for Mr. Neelix.

Holographic lungs?

lf it's successful,

we can precisely control
his pulmonary functions

to allow normal breathing.

But a hologram is just
a projection of light

held in a magnetic
containment field.

There's no real matter involved.

Now...

you hit me.

The magnetic containment field

that creates the illusion
of my body

can be modulated to allow
matter to pass through it

or... be stopped.

l might be able to modulate
the holographic lungs

in the same way,

allowing oxygen
and carbon dioxide

to pass from the lungs
to the bloodstream.

l want to know what this means.

What are you going to do to him?

There's no time to explain

the exact procedure
to you right now.

Oh, well, make the time,

because l'm not going to let you

perform any experimental
surgery on Neelix

until l know exactly
what you're doing

and what the risks are.

The risk is that it won't work.

And if it doesn't, he'll die.

But it is his only
immediate chance for survival.

lf he does survive,

he'll have to be held motionless
in an isotropic restraint.

The lungs need to be
perfectly aligned

to his internal physiology.

The computer won't
be able to compensate

for any body movement
whatsoever.

How long will he have
to stay like that?

For the rest of his life,

unless the holo-lungs can be
replaced by his original organs,

and he will never be able
to leave

the holographic environment
of this room.

The holo-lungs would disappear

the moment he went out the door.

Kes, l know it sounds
pretty grim,

but it's better than
losing him completely.

This way, he'll still be alive.

And maybe we can find
a better solution

somewhere down the road.

What do you think
Neelix would want?

l'm not sure.

But l do know
that l want him to live.

This room is the source
of the dilithium signature

we detected earlier.

The power systems here

are running on an unusual
dilithium matrix.

So there are actually
no dilithium deposits

on this planet?

lt would appear not.

Are these organs?

This looks like some kind
of storage facility.

l would say
you are correct, Captain.

This appears to be
a biological repository.

Any sign of Neelix's lungs?

Negative.

There is, however,
a Kazon liver,

and although l cannot identify

the other organs
on display here,

l would say they bear
a striking similarity

to pulmonary organs,
epidermal tissue,

ocular nerve fiber...

Save the cataloging
for later, Tuvok.

According to my tricorder,

there was a life form in this
room less than ten minutes ago.

Captain.

Open it.

One life sign 20 meters ahead.

Let's go.

They've erected a force field

with a rotating phase
modulation.

We will not be able
to disrupt it.

Voyager to Captain Janeway.

Go ahead.

We've just picked up

an alien ship
leaving the planet.

Tractor them, Commander.

Sorry, Captain.

They went into warp too quickly.

Beam us back.

As soon as we're aboard,
lay in a course for pursuit,

maximum warp.

Aye, Captain.

Okay...

the isotropic restraint
is activated.

He won't be able to move

more than two microns
in any direction.

One micron would be preferable,

but l suppose it'll have to do.

lnitiating
the holographic emitter array.

His cellular toxicity is rising.

82 percent.

86 percent.

Computer, activate program
Neelix-1.

Deactivate the infuser.

lt's off-line.

Here we go.

90 percent.

95 percent.

Toxicity returning to normal.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

We are pursuing the alien ship
from the moon.

They are not responding
to hails,

and it appears
that our two ships

are evenly matched for speed.

Holographic lungs?

Yes.

And they're working perfectly,
if l do say so myself.

Try to breathe normally.

How long can l live like this?

l don't know.

This is an unprecedented
medical procedure.

We will be closely monitoring
your condition.

When do l get out
of this restraint?

Unless Captain Janeway

is successful in retrieving
your original lungs,

you'll have to stay

in the isotropic restraint
indefinitely.

lndefinitely?

You mean l...

l could be in here
the rest of my life?

Yes.

But we're trying
to find the aliens

that did this to you.

The Captain is doing
everything she can.

Well...

if l'm going to be
in here a while,

now's as good a time
as any to tell you.

Your ceiling is hideous.

l didn't design the room.

l just work here.

Something with a bit of color
would help.

Maybe a nice tapestry
or a painting.

Uh, could you dim the lights
a little?

l'm a doctor, Mr. Neelix,
not a decorator.

Perhaps you would be willing

to accommodate his...

aesthetic needs.

And some music would be nice.

Or better yet,
are you programmed to sing?

Janeway to Paris.

Please report to the Bridge.

l'm on my way, Captain.

You know where l am
if you need me.

Thanks for everything.

Oh, fine.

l have a little accident,

l lose a pair of lungs,
and the next thing l know

Paris is swooping in
like a Rectilian vulture.

What are you talking about?

Didn't you hear the way
that he said that?

''l'll be on the Bridge
if you need me.''

''lf you need me.''

Neelix...

Why doesn't he just

pull the plug
on the holographic emitter,

and get it over with,
get me out of the way,

so he can have you
all to himself?

Neelix, you're overreacting.

Tom's been very supportive.

Ah, so it's ''Tom'' now, is it?

You really have
nothing to worry about.

We're friends, that's all.

lt's not you l'm worried about.

lt's him.

He's just...

one big hormone
walking around the ship.

Don't you see the way
that he looks at you?

This is ridiculous.

l am not going to argue with you

about something that exists
only in your imagination.

l know you, Neelix.

And l know you're afraid.

l just want you to know
that no matter what happens,

l'll be here with you.

Ke... Kes...

l could be in here
a very long time.

You need to go on
with your life.

Don't worry about me.

Neelix...

You should just let me die.

Stop that.

We're going
to get through this together.

Visiting hours are over.

He needs rest.

When can l come back?

1700 hours,
not a minute before.

l'll see you then.

Don't worry.
l'm not going to kiss you.

l'm only adjusting
the restraint.

l'll try to contain
my disappointment.

Captain, we've completed
our diagnostic

on the alien device.

lt appears to be
more than a weapon.

lt's also a very sophisticated
medical scanner

and surgical instrument.

From what we can tell,

lt uses a neural resonator
to stun the victim

while a quantum imaging scanner

begins a microcellular
analysis of the entire body.

The amount of information
this thing can gather

puts a tricorder to shame.

You fire this at someone,

you learn everything
about their anatomy,

right down
to their DNA sequencing.

So it sounds like
we're dealing with aliens

who've developed a technology
specifically designed

to locate and extract organs
from other beings. Why?

Captain.

The alien ship
has dropped out of warp.

lt's approaching
a large asteroid.

On screen.

lt's entered the asteroid,
Captain.

Hold position here.

Mr. Kim?

l can't scan the interior.

The surface stratum
is made up of some sort

of neutronium alloy.

lt doesn't look like
a natural formation.

Are you saying someone
built this asteroid?

lt's possible.

Any sign of weapons
or defense systems?

Negative.

l think l've located
where the alien ship entered.

There's an open crater
on the limb of the asteroid.

Let's see it.

The ion trail
from the alien ship

leads directly inside.

How large is that crater?

200 meters in diameter.

Captain,

may l suggest
you consider carefully

what you are about to do.

How do you know
what l'm about to do?

l could describe to you
in detail

the psychological observations

l've made about you
over the past four years,

which lead me to conclude
you're about to take

this ship inside the asteroid,
but suffice it to say

l know you quite well.

One of these days, l'm going
to surprise you, Tuvok,

but not today.

l've already considered
other options.

lf Neelix has any chance
of surviving,

we have to act fast.

Red Alert.

Mr. Paris, lay in a course.

Aye, Captain.

Mr. Tuvok, maximum shields.

Phasers at the ready.

Captain, l'm reducing power
to the aft thrusters only.

This passageway is
getting a little

too narrow for my taste.

Use your discretion, Mr. Paris.

Any sign of the vessel,
Lieutenant?

We're still following
the ion trail,

but electromagnetic interference
is limiting our sensor range.

l'm only able to scan
500 meters ahead of us.

Are there any indications

we're being scanned or probed,
Mr. Kim?

Not yet.

Doctor?

Doctor,
l require your assistance.

What is it, Mr. Neelix?

Please, it's urgent.

Yes?

l have an itch.

An itch?

Just above my left eyebrow.

A little higher.

Oh, thank you.

You're quite welcome.

Doctor, wait, don't leave.

l'm not leaving, Mr. Neelix.

l'm simply going
back to work.

l can't see you over there.

l... l feel like l'm all alone.

You are all alone.

l'm a holographic projection--

a projection with a lot
of work to do, l might add.

That's very amusing, Doctor.

But... um...

l'm really starting to feel
a little, uh... trapped in here.

A little claustrophobic maybe.

l'm not sure what to do.

There's nothing you can do
except lie there and be quiet.

l'm going to lie here

for the rest of my life,
aren't l?

Just staring up at the ceiling.

l'm not sure l can take that.

l really need to get out
of this restraint.

Doctor, l want you to let me
out of this thing

right now.

You know that's impossible.

l'm the patient.

l know what my rights are.

l want to be released
from this restraint immediately.

lmmediately!

Mr. Neelix, you are alive,
you are breathing

and for the moment,
your condition is stable.

That is more than most people
can say in your situation.

Now, it is critical
to your recovery

that you not subject yourself
to any additional stress.

Try to calm down.

Don't tell me to calm down!

You're not the one trapped
in a restraining field with...

...holo-lungs.

l don't think they're working.

l can't... l can't
get enough oxygen.

There's something wrong.

You're hyperventilating.

Try to take slow,
natural breaths.

l can't.

l'm dying.

Let me out of here.

Will you help me?

Help me.

Help me!

You're doing just fine,
Mr. Paris. Just fine.

Thanks, Captain.

Sensors detect
a large chamber ahead.

What the hell?

We appear to be seeing
Voyager and the alien ship

reflecting off the walls
of the chamber.

Can you determine which ship
is the real one?

No, Captain.

The walls are emanating severe
electromagnetic interference.

l cannot scan them directly.

lt's like trying to move
through a hall of mirrors.

You never know when you're
going to walk into the glass.

l'm still picking up
the alien's ion trail.

Maybe we should follow that.

They might have left a fake
ion trail to lure us in here.

lt could lead us right
into one of those walls.

That's a chance we're
going to have to take.

Tuvok, extend the deflectors
to maximum range.

lf we do run into something,

it'll give us
an extra margin of error.

Follow the ion trail,
Mr. Paris, slowly.

Mr. Kim, continuous scans.

Aye, Captain.

l'll do what l can
to reassure him, Doctor.

Good. lf you don't mind,

l'd like you
to remain in Sick Bay,

so you're here when he wakes up.

Of course.

Are you all right?

Me?

You seem agitated
about something.

Of course l'm agitated.

This entire situation
is getting out of control.

You mean Neelix.

First they tell me
there's no doctor,

so l have to be
on call 24 hours a day.

And then they tell me
there are no nurses,

so l have no one to assist me.

l thought Tom Paris
was assigned to you.

Like l said, no one
to assist me,

and now l have a patient with
severe and possibly long-term

emotional problems and there's
no Counselor on board.

l am an emergency medical
supplement--

a supplement, that's all.

l wasn't programmed
for any of this.

lt's just...

unacceptable.

l don't know anything about
holographic engineering,

but if you want my opinion,
you haven't been acceptable.

You've been remarkable.

l've only done what
the program allows me to.

Give yourself some credit.

You saved his life.

You did-- not some program.

lt may seem that way to you.

That's exactly how it seems.

You're very...

kind.

How does a real doctor learn

to deal with patients'
emotional problems, anyway?

They learn from experience.

Aren't you capable of learning?

l have the capacity
to accumulate

and process data, yes.

Then l guess
you'll just have to learn...

like the rest of us.

Have you ever considered
a career in medicine?

Neelix is starting
to regain consciousness.

Lieutenant, l'm picking up

a minor power fluctuation
in the warp core.

Compensate
with the KLS stabilizer.

No effect.

ln fact, the power loss
is starting to accelerate.

Janeway to Torres.
What's going on down there?

Some kind of power drain.

l can't localize it, but...

we're losing power

at a rate of seven percent
per minute.

The power drain is coming

from somewhere in this chamber,
Captain.

Some kind of dampening field.

lt's bleeding energy directly
from the warp nacelles.

B'Elanna,
shut down the warp core.

Go to emergency power.

No effect, Captain.

Keep me informed.

Bridge out.

Can you pinpoint the source
of the dampening field?

lt appears to be coming
from 217 mark 015.

Distance 547 meters.

Tuvok.

What would happen

if we locked phasers
and fired at the source?

The walls of this chamber
reflect directed energy.

The phaser beam would ricochet
along an unpredictable path,

possibly impacting
our ship in the process.

All right.
We won't try that.

Well, maybe we should.

Tuvok, what would happen

if we reduced the phaser
power level to a minimum setting

and sent out
a continuous beam?

The phaser would continue
to reflect off the bulkheads

until it encountered
a nonreflective material.

Until it encountered
a nonreflective material--

like the real alien ship.

So we could use the phasers
like a searchlight...

scan the interior of the station
until we find the ship.

Exactly.

Do it.

Adjusting phaser azimuth
to 15 degrees.

Wait a minute.

l think l've found
the real ship.

On screen.

Mr. Paris, bring us within
transporter range of that ship.

Aye, Captain.

l'm picking up two life signs.

They're powering engines.

Bridge to Transporter Room 3.

Lock on to those two life signs
and beam them aboard.

Security, meet me
in Transporter Room 3.

Aye, sir.

You're on the Starship Voyager.

l'm Captain Kathryn Janeway

of the United Federation
of Planets.

l am Dereth...

of the Vidiian Sodality.

You attacked
one of our crew members

and you lured us
into this asteroid. Why?

We are gathering

replacement organs
and suitable biomatter.

lt is the only way we have
to fight the phage.

A virus?

Some kind of disease?

Yes.

lt attacked our people
over two millennia ago.

lt consumes our bodies

destroys our genetic codes
and cellular structures.

So you harvest the bodies
of other beings

to replace your own tissues

as they're consumed
by this... phage?

Our immunotechnology
cannot keep up.

The phage adapts.

lt resists all attempts

to destroy it.

Our society has been ravaged.

Thousands die each day.

There is no other way
for us to survive.

l have a great...

sympathy for what
your race has endured.

But l cannot allow you
to keep the organs you removed

from one of our crew members.

We need them back immediately.

l'm afraid that isn't possible.

l have already
biochemically altered

the air-breathing organs

and grafted them
into Motura's body.

They are a part of him now.

He is my honatta.

His task is to find
the organs l need for survival.

We...

we try to extract them
from the dead...

But sometimes,
when the need is immediate

more aggressive actions
are required.

So now l am left with
the same choice you made--

whether to commit murder
to save a life,

or to allow my own crewman
to die

while you breathe air
through his lungs.

lt must be impossible
for you to understand

how any civilized people
could come to... this.

Before the phage began,

we were known as educators
and explorers--

a people whose greatest
achievements were artistic.

l, myself, am a sculptor
of note on my world.

All l can say is that when your
entire existence is at stake...

You don't have to explain
yourself, Motura.

lf the consequence of this act
is a death sentence,

so be it.

At least it will put
an end to my suffering.

l can't begin to understand what
your people have gone through.

They may have found a way
to ignore the moral implications

of what you're doing,
but l have no such luxury.

l don't have the freedom
to kill you to save another.

My culture finds that
to be a reprehensible

and entirely unacceptable act.

lf we were closer to home,

l would lock you up and turn you
over to my authorities for trial

but l don't even have
that ability here,

and l am not prepared to carry
you forever in our brig.

So l see no other alternative...

but to let you go.

Take a message to your people.

lf l ever encounter
your kind again,

l will do whatever is necessary
to protect my people

from this...
harvesting of yours.

Any aggressive actions
against this ship

or its crew will be met
by the deadliest force.

ls that clear?

Uh... quite.

Wait.

l want to see
this crewman of yours.

That can serve
no useful purpose.

Maybe it can.

Our medical technologies
may be superior to theirs.

l can tell you, from what
we've observed of them,

that they are
considerably superior.

She spared my life--

our lives.

We owe it to them to see

if there's anything we
can do to help him.

l'll take you to him.

His simulated organs
are primitive.

lt's amazing he is still alive.

This is set to scan only.

Proceed...

carefully.

Strange.

According to my readings,
you are not here.

Believe me, l wish l weren't.

The rest of you are healthy.

You are compatible
for organ transplant.

Wait a minute.
We've already considered this.

Talaxian physiology
is different

from that of anyone else
on this ship.

His immune system would
reject their lungs immediately.

Your surgical knowledge
is inferior.

We will simply adapt
his immunogenicity.

lt won't be a problem.

Which of you will donate a lung?

Me.

No!

Absolutely not.
lt's too dangerous.

Let someone else do it.

No, l want to do it, Neelix.

l'm willing to take the risk.

Besides, you've done
so much for me.

Let me give you something once.

Just for once.

All right.

l look forward

to sampling your cooking,
Mr. Neelix.

You mean l can keep my kitchen?

Well, at least until we get
the replicators back on line.

Thank you, Captain.

And, Captain...

l'll see you at breakfast.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

The aliens have successfully
transplanted

one of Kes's lungs into Neelix.

The dampening field
has been deactivated,

and l have allowed them
to beam back to their vessel.

We are resuming a course home.

lt's all right.

The operation was a success.

Neelix is asleep
and breathing on his own now...

with your lung.

l feel a little light-headed.

That will pass.

You'll soon adapt
to diminished lung capacity.

l spoke to the Captain
about you.

She's given me permission

to begin training you
as a medical assistant.

You'll be a backup for Mr. Paris

or, possibly, a replacement.

That is, assuming
you're interested.

Of course l'm interested.

When do we start?

We'll begin your lessons as soon
as you've fully recovered.

Thank you, Doctor.

Thank you.

You've... given me
a lot to think about.