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[soaring orchestral music]

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[soft dramatic music]

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[soaring orchestral music]

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- Gwyn's personal log, stardate 61886.6.

We're about to arrive at the coordinates

we hope will reunite us with the "Protostar,"

but it's been a long road.

[console chirping]

Captain Chakotay lost in time through a wormhole...

deciphering Murf's secret correspondence

with a mysterious observer,

all leading us to this nebula hinted at

in my otherworldly vision,

a journey that's left none of us unchanged.

It's strange, being displaced from time.

One tiny device between me and oblivion.

I've been unsure about a lot of things lately,

but to see my friends back on the "Protostar" again,

to finally make things right?

It's not about the journey.

It's the destination.

- Well? Rok?

- For the last time, I'll tell you when we're there!

- Okay, okay! It's just--

I can't believe we're going to see the "Protostar" again!

- [scoffs] If it's even there.

- It has to be.

If we don't restore the past by returning it to Tars Lamora,

we may lose Gwyn forever.

- Approaching designated coordinates.

That means we're here, Dal.

- Oh, oh, right.

Lock on target and let's take her out of warp.

[dramatic music]

Uh, well, that's disappointing.

- Are you certain this is the location?

Unless my new eyes are failing me,

I don't see anything.

- 100% sure.

This is where all of Chakotay's clues wanted us to go.

- [sputters] Whoa, whoa, whoa!

We went on a wild Targ chase for this?

It's a whole bunch of nothing!

- Hold on.

According to these readings,

these asteroids are orbiting some kind of strange attractor,

indicating there is something out there.

- Yeah! Yeah! [splutters indistinctly]

- What if the whole planet is out of phase, like me?

Stuck between quantum realities?

- A hidden planet.

- Oh, my gosh! Oh, my gosh!

If we use the transporter's Heisenberg compensators

to remodulate the shields, it would allow our ship

to collapse the superimposed wave function!

- Uh? - Huh?

- You know, pull the planet out of its hiding spot.

- And how are we not already in Starfleet Academy?

- [grunts] Let's do this!

- Remodulating.

[console chirps]

♪ ♪

- What?

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[Murf squeals] - It worked.

- Do my eyes deceive me?

- It's real. - Then take us down.

Before it disappears.

[engines whooshing]

♪ ♪

- Jankom's picking up one life sign.

Oh, boy. It's in there.

- Chakotay.

♪ ♪

[Murf trills and gurgles]

- I can't tell. Was this built in the past or the future?

- Kinda looks like both.

- Hey, Jankom thought Chakotay needed our help.

But apparently, he's been living the high life.

You sure we got the right place?

- [sighs] Only one way to find out.

[Rok-Tahk gasps]

[mysterious ethereal music]

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[Murf chirping]

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[Murf gurgles]

- Space, I merely open the door for...

[Jankom gasps]

[Murf trills and gurgles]

- Is it just me, or is anyone else getting a creepy feeling?

- Oh, so that's why this hair is rising

on the back of my neck.

I like it.

- Seems like nobody's home.

- Um...

hey, Starfleet guy, are you here?

[words echoing loudly]

- Really? [Jankom laughs]

- I'm starting to question if leaving "Voyager"

to chase down mysterious coordinates

from a man lost in time was a good idea.

- They're coming, but we can't just abandon...

- Oh, goodness.

- There are other realities, others who need us.

[Zero gasps]

- This plane is doomed.

- I get the sense there's much more to this than we realize.

[Murf gurgles and trills]

- The life sign does appear to be in that direction.

- It's not our place to interfere.

[Murf gurgling and trilling]

- We must go. - Oh, wow.

- No. I won't leave. I'll find a way.

[Murf gurgles] - Oh, that's one big door.

- Appears to be some kind of vault

from mid-20th century Earth.

- What's it doing here? - Should we open it?

- Well, like you said... [groans]

Only one way to find out.

Huh? Uh...

[vault clanks and echoes]

- Captain Chakotay?

- Not exactly.

I'm Wesley Crusher, and I've been waiting for you.

- Admiral's log, supplemental:

The hunt for out missing recruits continues,

and the "Infinity's" warp trail has led us

to an abandoned Borg Transwarp conduit.

We can only hope our young "Protostar" crew

are safe on the other side.

[door chirps] Come.

- We've continued to study

the missing time surrounding the attack

on Gwyn's holographic duplicate,

and were able to isolate the ship's security feed

before she went offline.

- And we found this doozy.

[ominous chittering]

- That's the sound she was afraid of.

- We believe some sort of entity

manipulated time to enter "Voyager" undetected,

specifically targeting Gwyn.

- But it was fooled, just as you all were.

[chuckles]

I always knew it was a hologram.

- An entity that can manipulate time

hunting a crew member displaced by time.

Ugh, as if I needed another reason to dislike time travel.

If this predator is after one of our own,

we'll need to hunt them down first before it's too late.

- Bridge to Janeway. - Go ahead.

- You have an incoming message from Admiral Jellico.

- In my ready room.

- Vice Admiral Janeway,

last I checked, your orders were to return to Earth.

So why are you leaving Federation space?

- Admiral, some of my crew have gone missing,

and I don't know why.

I have reason to believe

there's a strange entity in pursuit.

- I believe that you believe that, Kathryn,

but after your recent performance,

you're under strict orders.

You can come back and file a formal request

with Starfleet Command if you want,

but we can't keep having you zip off like this

when there are larger matters at stake here!

- Edward,

I only have three rules when captaining a starship:

keep your shirt tucked in, go down with the ship,

and never abandon a member of your crew.

- Janeway-- [mumbles indistinctly]

- Edward, Edward? - I order you to--

- I'm losing you.

We're going through a Transwarp tunnel!

What? Technically, we are.

- Oh, thanks the cosmos you made it!

There's--oh, one, two, three, four, five...

okay, good, all six of you!

Perfect! Good! That's great!

Oh, oh, wait. I'm sorry.

This is the first time we've met, isn't it?

I'm so rude.

Time is such a funny thing.

I'm sorry that it's so drafty in here.

Does anybody need a sweater?

I have got more sweaters than you would believe.

[Murf babbles]

Of course I didn't forget about our little talks, Murf.

[chuckling] This guy, he has such vulgar language.

[Murf babbles] [Jankom sighs]

- Uh, I don't want to be rude,

but where's Chakotay and where's our ship?

They're not here. But--but--

you are halfway there,

which is exactly where you need to be.

- Halfway? Who is this guy?

- I'm Wesley Crusher! I thought I told you that.

I--look, think of me as your guardian angel.

Or if you don't have angels where you come from,

think of me as the interdimensional

equivalent of a guardian angel.

That makes sense in my head. - Wait.

The Wesley Crusher?

Member of Nova Squadron? Genius of the "Enterprise D"?

Made acting ensign at age 15?

- Well, I mean, not in that order, but yeah.

[chuckles]

Listen--long story short, I am a time traveler

who's run out of time.

Mm! I just--I just wanna--

The Doctor's version is fine.

The Doctor's done a great job with you.

You're totally fine for now. Sort of.

- Okay, but why are you helping us?

And why all the secret clues? Where's Chakotay?

- Mm, right, sorry.

[chuckling] I forgot the most important part.

[sighs] There's so much going on up here.

[chuckles]

Man, linear time! This is such a trip!

Hey, uh, I should've said this out loud.

You should all be following me.

- Should we?

- Oh, boy, this guy is one nebula short of a galaxy.

- We've come this far. Perhaps we should hear him out.

[Murf babbles]

- [mumbling] I know this is the best I can do...

[Gwyn clears throat] [Murf trills softly]

- Ah, yes, the important stuff.

Okay. [clears throat]

When I was a young man on the "Enterprise,"

I met an advanced being called the Traveler.

He was part of a secret faction of explorers

who watch over the cosmos. Very cool.

They invited me to become one of them,

helping where we could by manipulating reality itself

with the powers of space, time,

and the most overlooked variable, thought.

- I heard knowledge is power,

but I didn't think it was literal.

- Oh, thought is everything.

Thought is a very powerful tool,

beyond what most beings understand.

Like, a lot of folks,

turns out they need our help and they don't even know it.

- So you're like

the interdimensional version of Starfleet.

- [chuckles] Um, kind of.

But we, like, do more of our own thing.

Um, hey, could you point this

at that for, like, I wanna say 30 seconds

in a counter-clockwise motion for me?

- I don't know what this is, but totally.

One tribble tribble, two tribble tribble...

- You're doin' great. - Three tribble tribble...

- Okay, once I learned

how to move across time and dimensions,

the Travelers taught me when I could intervene

and when I couldn't, since time is a fragile thing.

And that is the hardest part of it for me.

The travelers have this hands-off approach

to maintaining the cosmic balance

between the different universes,

but right now in this moment, I do not.

Okay, now you hold this and whatever you do,

don't look at it.

- Whoa, whoa. Back up.

I just wrapped my head around time travel.

- And now you're saying there's different universes?

- [laughing] Oh, sure! Tons!

Quantum timelines, alternate realities,

planes of existence--

take your pick, I've been to all of them.

[machine whirring] all: Whoa.

- There's the Prime Universe we're in right now,

there's the Mirror Universe, the Narada incursion,

Fluidic Space, the Mycelial Plane.

Ooh, you're not supposed to know about that.

Okay, f-forget I said anything about that. It doesn't exist.

But all of it together, it forms a grand tapestry.

It is exquisite, but fragile,

and it is always one tug away from completely unraveling.

It's sort of like your favorite sweater.

So sometimes,

a loose thread or a paradox pokes a hole in it,

which causes the cosmic tapestry to fray.

- A paradox? - An impossible situation.

- Like if the "Protostar" never arrived on Tars Lamora,

so therefore-- - I can't exist, but yet, I do.

- Exactly!

Right now, we're living in an impossible time.

Thanks to that wormhole shielding snafu,

this universe is trying

to exist in two states at once,

and that's causing it to unravel.

First in small ways, like Gwyn,

but it doesn't stop there.

[Gwyn groans softly]

- These holes in the universe,

they can't stay open forever,

or they also let cosmic scavengers in.

They feed on dying timelines,

like moths drawn to an old sweater.

- Did you just say "feed"? - I did.

Like vultures, but way worse.

You, me, and everyone whose lives you touched

will be on the menu.

[Murf squeals]

[Rok-Tahk groans] - Ooh.

- After the temporal wars,

there just aren't many of us left to repair timelines.

Sadly, the Travelers found the paradox created

by the missing "Protostar" too impossible to fix,

but this universe is my home.

My mom lives here, and I am not gonna let it die.

- Uh, tiny question.

[chuckles] How do we not all die?

- If these cosmic scavengers devour me,

will everyone else be saved?

- It's bigger than just you, Gwyn.

- It's bigger than all of us now.

But there is a way to fix the sweater

by closing the time loop and sending the "Protostar"

back to the past where it belongs.

- Sorry, but didn't we already know that?

- Yes, you did!

But what you didn't know... it can't go back just yet.

So after scouring infinite timelines,

I finally glimpsed one eventuality

where the Prime Universe gets through this

without endless suffering.

Now, I don't know how to make it happen yet,

but what I do know is that

the six of you must stay together.

[Murf trills] - Great.

So I don't get eaten.

- Or we all get eaten together.

- I like the future where there's no eating at all.

- Oh, don't worry. I've got a plan.

I-I have most of a plan. That's why I brought you here.

Actually... [Murf trills]

You're supposed to be over here.

I think I can figure out

what you're supposed to do next and where to go.

I just need to align your quantum signatures.

Okay, take a few readings first...

[Wesley muttering indistinctly]

- [chuckles] Told you.

One nebula short of a galaxy.

- Okay, okay, time out, time guy.

- Uh, you were supposed to stay in your sport.

And you can totally call me Wes.

Look, Wes, I appreciate you trying to help us and all,

but is there, like,

a supervisor we could talk to or something? [chuckles]

- How do you know about the Supervisors?

- Uh-- - You know what? Forget it.

You don't know about the Supervisors.

And we don't have time for that anyway.

[deep creaking]

- Oh! - What's wrong?

- It's too soon. They shouldn't be here.

- Uh, he's stopped talking.

I thought I wanted that, but it's scarier

when he's not talking--

[sound slowing down and distorting]

[slowing down] - Whoa.

- Dal? Rok?

What did you do to them?

- It's not me.

Oh, it doesn't make any sense!

We're supposed to be hidden from them!

- From who?

Wesley, what are you talking about?

- Remember those cosmic scavengers I told you about?

The ones that feed on broken realities?

[ominous chittering] - I know that sound.

- Oh, no. They found us.

Come on. Quick. With me. [Gwyn panting]

[ominous chittering] [both panting]

- I thought I had more time. You never do when you need it.

- I can't leave my friends behind

with those time monsters!

- They're called the Loom,

and they've frozen reality so they can feed.

Luckily, you're not the only one

with a temporal stabilizer.

I have more stashed away, but we've got to get to them.

They're the only way to free your friends

from the Loom's time manipulation.

[ominous chittering] - How did they find us?

- Well, unfortunately, we're time aberrations,

which for the Loom is like a subspace navigational beacon

transmitted across all frequencies.

[ominous chittering and snarling]

They can smell us a mile away.

- Great. We're walking paradoxes.

[ominous chittering]

- Yeah, but we should really be running paradoxes.

- That's why you didn't contact us directly.

It would've lured these things.

- I tried reaching out in undetectable ways

like through Murf or Chakotay's symbol.

I mean, clearly it's all a moot point now.

[tense music]

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- Why are we stopping?

[Wesley sniffs] - A-ha! I found it!

[Wesley grunts]

- What did you just do?

- Space, time, thought...

[triumphant music]

And gadgets.

Here, hold these.

[ominous chittering] Um...

Quick, pretend to look scared.

- Who's pretending? I am scared!

- [panting]

- Who's pretending? I am scared!

Who's pretending? I am scared!

[ominous chittering]

[Gwyn yelps] - Not that way.

- [sighs] We're trapped!

[ominous chittering]

- Trapped is only a state of mind.

Put your hand next to mine.

Okay, focus, breathe, and push...

now!

[both straining]

[ominous chittering]

[both grunt]

[Wesley grunts]

- Talk about mind over matter.

- Oh.

- Um...ooh.

[Rok-Takh gasps]

- What the-- what just happened?

- The Loom happened. - What are the Loom?

- Interdimensional scavenger beings

that can manipulate time in order to eat dying timelines

like this one.

- [sighs] They're bad, Rok.

Real, real bad.

[ominous chittering] - Stay back. Get behind me.

[ominous chittering]

[all screaming]

- [screams] Use your phasers!

[Rok-Tahk screams] - They seem unphased.

[tense music]

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- Put your hands on the door now!

♪ ♪

- Hang on!

[all scream]

[easy listening music]

- Huh?

[Jankom groans] - Oh.

♪ ♪

- Where are we?

[Murf babbles]

- [sighs] Someplace safe. For now.

[chuckles]

[laughing] Wow!

Wow!

That was a close call. [chuckles]

I don't know about you guys, but I could sure use a snack.

Uh, Earth grapes, anybody?

♪ ♪

[soft dramatic music]

- Remodulating long-range scanners.

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- Ingenious.

Hidden within a pocket of subspace.

Prep an away team to beam down and investigate.

Who knows what's waiting for us down there?

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[ominous chittering]