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[whoosh]

[soaring orchestral music]

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[soaring orchestral music]

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♪ ♪

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[ominous music]

[warbling hisses]

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[relaxing acoustic music playing]

♪ ♪

- Huh.

[slurps]

Ahh. Not bad.

I'm more of a Miles Davis guy.

Have you ever heard of his record, "Kind of Blue"?

It's this ancient Earth recording.

Oh, it is great for taking your mind off of impending doom.

It is just fabulous.

- Uh, Excuse me.

- What is going on?

- For once, Jankom speaks for us all.

- A second ago we're in a crazy temple

running for our lives from time-eating monster things.

- Then all of a sudden, you dumped us

in somebody's weird living room.

- Okay, first off, it's not weird.

It's groovy. [chuckles]

It's an old facility the Travelers used

to train our field agents, the Supervisors,

who work in other time periods.

I would say that this one is mimicking,

oh, okay, definitely Earth,

1968?

Ha! "Apollo 7 launches."

I nailed it. - Focus!

Are we safe here from whatever those things are upstairs?

- The Loom? Oh, um, right.

Yeah. Yeah, we'll be fine.

Listen, after the other Travelers fled our universe,

nobody uses this hidden part of the ziggurat anymore.

And the temple's designed to keep those things out.

So we are totally-- [record scratch]

- Shh, shh, guys.

Shh.

[crashing]

[chittering]

- You were saying?

- [clears throat]

Okay. They moved on.

We need to make a new plan.

All right. We're going to wait 'em out.

Then we all sneak up to the vault

so I can finish my calculations.

- Why not open a door with your space-time-thought power?

- Because the Loom have them too.

These armbands can resist their abilities,

but we still have to survive.

- There's got to be a way to fight them.

- Dal, you don't get it.

There is no fighting them.

They manipulate time itself.

They don't just consume you.

They completely erase the fact that you ever existed.

Every memory anyone has ever had of you is gone.

And the only way to stop the Loom from devouring us

and our dying universe is for you

to find Chakotay and return the "Protostar"

to its rightful place.

Ahh. Mm.

I will never understand why mango juice

isn't more popular.

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Move.

We have missing recruits on that planet.

♪ ♪

- Where's my away team, Mr. Tysess?

- We're nearly ready, Admiral.

But there's strange life signs down below.

Could be the temporal entity that infiltrated Voyager.

- Could be? I'd bet on it.

- Which is why I insist you bring

my newly refined temporal discriminators

in case time gets unusual down there.

- Always thinking ahead, doctor.

Janeway to Transporter Room.

Prepare two to beam down.

- Permission to speak freely, Admiral?

- What's on your mind, cadet?

- I would like to join Commander Tysess

to recover our missing crew.

- Maj'el, what are you doing?

- Life signs will be difficult to detect on the surface.

And I am the only one aboard Voyager

with a telepathic link to Zero.

Logically, I am our best choice to find them.

- I appreciate the concern.

But while there is precedent for cadets on away missions,

I'm not eager to send you into a dangerous situation.

- In truth, Admiral, we need the help.

I will protect her with my life.

I vow on the blood of my ancestors

at the Wall of Heroes.

- Well, I suppose I'll hold you to that, Mr. Tysess.

Report to Transporter Room 4.

Let's see you earn those pips, cadet.

[whoosh]

[devices beeping]

[ominous music]

[beeping] - Be wary.

Middleton, box formation.

- Aye, sir.

- There is a presence here,

faint but alive.

Commander, I believe it is them.

- Seems your Vulcan intuition was right.

[beeping]

♪ ♪

[faint chittering]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[chittering] - What was that?

- Keep moving.

[chittering] - Commander?

- Whatever happens, do not break rank,

and do not--

[voice slows] Stop.

[screeches]

[growling]

[grunting]

♪ ♪

- [gasps]

- [grunting in pain]

[screams]

- [grunts]

[Loom screeches]

- It's coming for us next.

[grenade beeps, booms]

[dramatic music]

[grunts]

[Loom screeching]

♪ ♪

[grenade beeps, booms]

- Commander, where are you taking us?

- Middleton is gone, and so are we

if we don't evacuate now.

Tysess to Voyager, do you read?

[static hisses]

There's a better signal by the exit.

- But Zero and the others--

our duty is-- - We are no match

for whatever those creatures are.

My duty is you now.

- Commander Tysess, we read you.

- Requesting emergency transport.

Two to beam out. Lock onto our comm badges.

I know it's hard, cadet,

but sometimes command means making the hard decisions.

- A logical conclusion, commander.

[whooshing]

♪ ♪

[badge clatters]

- Where is she? Where's Maj'el?

- You were the only one we could bring up.

What happened down there? - I have to go back.

The beasts were lying in wait.

I engaged my arm band, barely escaped.

One got Middleton.

- Who is Middleton?

- Ensign Middleton on my away team.

The creature consumed him somehow.

- I don't recall any Middleton on the mission.

- I have no medical records of any personnel by that name.

- No, he was with me. I know it.

Unless--

those things.

They can erase us from existence?

♪ ♪

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[chittering]

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- [grunts]

[loud creaking]

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Zero, where are you?

I sense you are close, but somewhere else.

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- [gasps]

- What is it, Z?

What's the matter?

- A presence.

No, it couldn't be her.

[clatter]

- Zero, is that you?

[clanging]

[thudding]

[dramatic music]

[Loom screeches]

[beeping]

Zero, this is Maj'el.

I know you are here.

I am in danger. Please respond.

[phone ringing]

- Hello?

Huh. It's for you.

- [gasps]

- Zero, I am trapped here.

The creatures are coming for me.

- Maj'el, don't worry. I'm here.

- I knew it. I could feel it.

But I believe the door will not hold.

- She's trapped in the temple above.

Wesley, do something, please!

♪ ♪

- No, no.

This isn't part of the plan.

- Who cares, Crusher?

Pop open that dimensional door and let her in.

- It's not that easy.

The second I do that, we expose our position.

It could lead the Loom right to us.

- Oh, sure.

And pretend we didn't just hear her last words.

- No. But--

[sighs] I need time to think.

[crashing]

- I will not leave her behind.

[screeching]

[crashing] [chittering]

[Loom screeches]

- I am so sorry.

[chittering]

I can't risk it. [beep]

♪ ♪

[chittering]

[screeches] - [gasps]

- Well, I can!

- [gasps]

Uh... - Uh?

- I am confused.

- As are we all.

But it will be all right now.

You're with us.

- Zero?

You look so--you have--

- Begun to grow beyond my programming,

in the words of the good doctor--

as have you, it seems.

- Here by yourself, no Starfleet in sight?

Seems like a rash decision.

- Or a rational one, given I found you.

I know logic is not paramount to your leadership skills.

- Hey, even the greatest captains gotta

trust their gut sometimes.

I should know.

- Actually, I--um, never mind.

You'll find out.

[screeching] Shh.

Oh, wow.

I think they're gone.

[hissing]

[growling]

- Wesley, what now?

- Uh, follow me!

- How many secret passages does this place have?

- It's a trans-dimensional time ziggurat,

so there's a lot, okay?

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[Loom screeching]

- The temple is overrun.

We'll never finish my work at this rate.

- Come on. The "Infinity" is this way.

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[chittering]

- Oh, great!

So much for the backup plan.

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[all gasp]

[Looms roaring]

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- Well, I'm all out of ideas.

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- Janeway?

- Stay away from my crew.

Fire!

♪ ♪

- Move, before we're fried and eaten!

- What about Janeway?

- I'm pretty sure she just bought us

our only shot to fix the universe.

- So let's not waste it.

♪ ♪

- Maximum shields.

Keep firing until the recruits are clear.

If we can't hail these things, then we get our point

across the old-fashioned way.

[crash]

[chittering]

[roaring] [gasps]

[both scream]

- Red alert.

[alarm blaring]

Fall back to the battle bridge!

♪ ♪

Janeway to security.

Status report.

- Hull breaches on decks four, five, and 12.

Half of engineering is missing.

We need more discriminators

or we'll all be erased and forgotten.

- Admiral, we have a problem here.

I was making armbands for the away team.

Not every humanoid on Voyager.

I'm a doctor, not an assembly line.

[crash]

[chittering]

- Doc, behind you.

♪ ♪

- Computer, level 10 force field.

Run, cadets--now!

Take 20 milligrams of vengeance,

you other-worldly tyrant.

[screeches]

[grunts]

Oh, dear.

[crash]

- Doctor? Commander?

Are you there? - I'm here, Admiral.

But we are losing.

You have to do something.

♪ ♪

- Councilor Noum? - [groans]

Self-preservation is a virtue.

[roaring]

Think you can board our ship without consequence?

[screeching]

- Want my ship?

You go through me.

[screeches]

You don't like it when I match my weapons

to your phase variance?

Then come get me and tell your friends.

♪ ♪

- Tom Paris taught me that one, but this one's my own.

Computer, quantum torpedoes, full spread.

[alarms blaring]

All power to shields.

♪ ♪

[crash]

[alarm blaring]

- Admiral, I don't know what you did,

but the creatures are retreating.

Admiral?

Admiral Janeway?

♪ ♪

[radio static] - Admiral Janeway?

- That used to be a lot easier.

[triumphant music]

♪ ♪

- Almost ready to initiate.

[whoosh]

There.

Now, if you six would step under

the modified Boreth crystals near the Orb of Time,

I can get the quantum signature readings I need.

- And this crazy machine will save everyone how exactly?

- It's not the machine, Dal. It's us.

- Hidden among billions of possible futures

there is a sequence of events.

You six save Gwyn, find the "Protostar,"

and fix the prime universe.

This will tell me where you go next to make that happen.

- Fascinating.

All our hopes now ride on them.

- We came all this way.

Now or never.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- [grunts] Fine.

But Jankom's still not sure this won't scramble his genes

like a Jibalian omelet.

- Oh, it's perfectly safe.

Just don't look at the data stream,

or you might see your own future.

- Wait, what? - Nobody likes spoilers.

♪ ♪

[Murf squeaks]

[whirring]

♪ ♪

- I made a mistake, Gwyn.

That chair never belonged to me.

- I--I don't understand.

I can't find it.

None of these possible futures succeed

in closing the time loop. - What do you mean?

It didn't work?

- Isn't that why you brought us here?

- There must be a variable in your future.

There's some X factor I didn't account for.

But what is it?

Think, Wesley.

- Dal, what's wrong?

You looked, didn't you?

What did you see?

- A future I don't want.

- Well, that sounds ominous.

- Oh, my this is-- this is all so much.

My--my--my heart is racing.

Is yours?

I'm afraid, so terribly afraid.

- Do not fear.

There is an old Vulcan proverb.

Together, we become greater than the sum of both of us.

Let my strength become yours.

- [sighs]

- Mm. - The sum of both of us.

That's it.

- [gasps]

- What are you doing?

- I'm testing a theory. [beeping]

[humming]

♪ ♪

- Ha ha! Of course!

Oh, it was right in front of me the whole time.

I just didn't look.

The missing variable was you.

It was never six. It's seven.

You have to go with them. - Go where?

- Exactly where you need to be.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[whooshing]

♪ ♪

[clattering]

- [gasps]

[eerie music]

- [gasps] It's you.

All of you. You're alive.

And you're Wesley Crusher?

- Hey, Admiral Janeway.

I predicted you might show up.

- Why are you here?

- Because the universe is fraying,

and Wesley knows a way to find the "Protostar,"

or he thought he did.

- It was you.

You were the ghost who lured them here.

- Though I prefer the term "omnitemporal Traveler"

to ghost.

[Loom screeches] - Oh, no.

[gasping]

- We need to evacuate to "Voyager"

and warp out of here immediately.

- Look, respectfully, Admiral, the only path left

to saving our future is if the seven of them

enter that gate.

- Whatever you think is happening here,

Mr. Crusher, I still have a duty to protect my crew.

And I won't let them be hurled into uncharted peril again.

- It's not our call to make.

♪ ♪

[crashing]

[Loom screeching]

Time's up.

Listen, I can keep them at bay,

but you have to go through that gate.

It is the only way to save Gwyn,

fix the prime universe, and find Chakotay.

♪ ♪

- Go.

I'm trusting you.

♪ ♪

[Loom screeches]

[whirring]

- I'll use everything I got to seal off the Loom

for as long as I can.

Good luck, Admiral.

And goodbye.

- Huh? [whoosh]

- Admiral.

- Get me eyes on that planet now.

[dramatic orchestral music]

♪ ♪

[roars]

- Space.

Time.

Thought.

[Looms screech] [grunts]

♪ ♪

- Run a full multispectral sweep.

- They're gone without a trace.

- To where?

- [gasps softly]

- [groans]

[gentle music]

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

- Is that--

[music intensifies]

♪ ♪

[all exclaim]

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