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Captain's log, stardate 41294.5.

Our destination,
the Class-M Beta Cassius planet

known simply as Haven.

It is a world so renowned
for its peaceful beauty

that some believe it
to have mystical healing powers.

We will rest and relax,
all too briefly, I fear.

Such a beautiful world.

Legends say it has been known
to mend souls and heal broken hearts.

Legends which are totally
unsupported by fact, captain.

Legends like that are the spice
of the universe, Mr. Data,

because they have a way
of sometimes coming true.

Lieutenant Yar to Commander Riker.

Your presence is requested
in Transporter Room 1.

Sorry, ladies.

Duty calls.

- You needed me, lieutenant?
- Yes, sir.

There's an object of some kind
beaming in from Haven.

- What is it?
- We're not sure.

The surface station approval
coming in now.

All right. Let's bring it in.

Odd-looking.

What's going on?

I hold a message for Deanna Troi.

Lwaxana Troi and the honorable
Miller family will soon arrive.

The momentous day is close at hand.
Rejoice.

No.

No.

What's going on?

Jewels. Look at these jewels.

They're bonding gifts.

What you would call
wedding presents.

Who's getting married?

I am.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission:
to explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one
has gone before.

I was certain it would never happen,
captain.

The years I'd spent on this mission,

the distance it has taken me
away from home.

As you must have heard,
genetic bonding is a Betazoid tradition.

Steven Miller
was my father's closest friend.

Your father was human, Deanna.

The Millers are human.

Will you and your husband be staying
with the ship, counselor?

No, sir.

Then,

I'll just say congratulations
for now, Deanna.

You'll excuse me.

Bill, more than anything in the world,
anything,

you want to be a starship captain.
True?

That's not all I want, Deanna.

I can feel that.

I know you care within those limits.

Did you hear what I said?

Every word.

This whole thing is still bizarre.

I'm sorry.

Come dance at my wedding.

I'll try.

Message from planet Haven,
counselor.

They wish to beam
the Miller wedding party aboard.

I'm Jean-Luc Picard,
captain of the Enterprise.

Welcome aboard.

Quite some starship you have here,
captain.

Look forward to this visit.

You couldn't be.

I'm Deanna.

Oh, Deanna, darling,
you probably don't even remember me.

Oh, Wyatt was absolutely right.

She is a beauty.

I'm Wyatt.

Isn't this simply beautiful?

I knew romance was still alive
somewhere.

I'd like you to have this.
It's a Chameleon Rose.

It changes color
with the mood of its owner.

It's wonderful.

Thank you.

When is my mother arriving?

Your mother is still down on the planet,
Deanna.

Why?

Uh, is there a place
for my parents to rest, captain?

Well, uh, we're not really tired, son.

Besides,

I'd like to see some of the ship.

Steven, you know full well

Lwaxana Troi isn't about to beam
on board until we leave.

So?

You can see your quarters now,
if you like.

Will you show the Millers
to their accommodations, please?

And I shall join you later.

Two more are ready to beam in, sir.

So be it.

- Wyatt seems a fine young man.
- Yes, he does.

But I'm not what he expected.

- I don't understand.
- Neither do I.

But I'm definitely a surprise
of some sort to him.

I should warn you, sir.

My mother is a little eccentric.

Where is everyone?

Oh, I hate that. Ah.

Hello, Mother.

No, don't say it. Think it.

Use your mind, not your mouth.

Hello, Mother.

Deanna, shame.
What has this life done to you?

No, no, no. Don't tell me.
You're the captain.

Of course. Your daughter's explained
your telepathic abilities.

Oh, that wasn't telepathy,
it was just common sense.

Who else would they send to greet me
but the captain?

- Oh, you may carry my luggage.
- Mother.

No, no, that's quite all right.

I'm indebted to your mother
for the fine counselor she--

This way.

It's inappropriate
to watch the captain--

Yes, you do seem
to be having difficulty.

A man your age must work
to keep himself in shape.

Mother, I'm not going
another step like this.

A starship has its customs,
just as we do.

If you're my mother's valet,
then, please, valet.

Oh, please, don't let me keep you
from doing your duty.

I apologize for her behavior.

Do you realize
you've embarrassed your captain?

Oh, no.

Anything to avoid a quarrel
on this occasion.

It's amazing how that accent of yours
reminds me of your father.

Your last valet tried so hard
to rid me of it.

Whatever happened to Mr. Xelo?

Oh, I was forced
to terminate his employment.

Xelo was strongly attracted to me.

His thoughts
became truly pornographic.

Of course, the thoughts
of Wyatt's father toward me

were almost as vulgar,
but he really doesn't have Xe--

Passenger accommodations.

- He doesn't have Xelo's imagination.
- Mother.

Between him
and that woman's inane chatter,

it's a wonder I made it here at all.
How do you like the Millers, captain?

Oh, I'm sure I find them
perfectly pleasant and--

As for me, I find it shocking
how they have changed in the years

since my husband and I knew them.

Of course, it's probably
because I've grown beyond them.

You realize, of course,
that with Betazoids,

our ability to read the thoughts of
others does see us grow much faster

than the typical plodding human--

Mother, that's enough.

So you're not totally out of practice.

Good. Very good.

We hope you find the room
comfortable.

Ah, yes. The room is adequate.

Small, but adequate.

You will, of course, adjust
the temperature to a civilized level.

Ah. I'll see what I can do.

And now, if you will excuse me,

I'm sure the two of you
have a lot to talk about.

Yes, captain. You may go.

You've been slack, little one.

Allowed your mental powers to rust.

Only to avoid confusion, Mother.

Humans constantly think one thing
and say another.

Yes, they do, don't they?
Poor dears.

Our style of complete honesty
frightens them.

On that subject, Mother,

there is such a thing
as too much honesty with humans.

If they'd only
say what they think instead of hiding it.

An entire shipload of such
inconsistency could drive one insane.

Darling, I'm terribly sorry
about what happened here.

Truly, I am.
Steven Miller tracked me down

and reminded me
of the vows we had made.

Mother, I'm having some trouble
believing in those vows as once I did.

Deanna.

But I'll honor them, of course.

I'm a Betazoid.

You may find Wyatt
an unusual person.

I've sensed remarkable
depths in him.

Message coming in from Haven,
captain.

On-screen.

I'm Valeda Innis,
first electorine of Haven.

Captain Picard?

Greetings, electorine. I'm Picard.

Your presence honors us.

- And your timing is fortuitous, captain.
- In what way?

An incoming vessel has bypassed
our star gate, violating our law.

It has refused any attempt
at communication.

Are you saying
you believe it to be hostile?

Failure to communicate
is inherently hostile.

We have no defensive
capabilities here,

and our treaty with the Federation

specifies your obligations
in that matter.

Agreed.

But let's hope it doesn't
become a defense matter.

Of course, captain.

But I am very happy
we have you here.

Come in.

I wanted to apologize
for my mother's behavior.

Your mother's honest. I respect that.

Yes. But she never lets up.

I'll admit, her honesty is
a bit persistent.

I never heard it described better.

But it is a Betazoid trait.

I'll try to be only half as annoying.

Let's see, uh...

What can I tell you about myself?
I'm a medical doctor,

for whatever that's worth.

Doctor?

If you're picking up my thoughts,
you'd know.

You can do that, can't you?

Sometimes.

This must be
what mother felt about you.

I believe we could read each other,
eventually.

Can I take that as a compliment?

Absolutely.

I only ever felt this,

well, with, um, someone
who's on this ship.

Oh.

Do I have competition?

No.

What he wants most
is to captain a starship.

What I want is to cure people.

Well, I'm a practicing psychologist.

Maybe we could work in concert.

We are going to be
together a long time.

Yes. That is the point of marriage,
I suppose.

I really thought you'd tell me
you were an artist.

I just felt your mind
very much on these.

They are your work, aren't they?

I can see it'd be very hard
to keep secrets from you.

This is why you were surprised
when you first saw me.

This woman.

You thought I would be this woman.

I have seen this face
ever since I was a boy.

When I close my eyes at night,
I could hear her whispering my name.

And knowing you were Betazoid,
I just assumed it was you

projecting yourself into my mind.

- I'm sorry I'm not what you hoped for.
- No.

Please don't mistake a childish fantasy
for disappointment.

You are so beautiful.

I feel honored.

You've no idea who she is?

It doesn't really matter now.

Captain's personal log.

I trust my concern over the problems
of ship's Counselor Troi

are not based merely on losing
a highly valuable crew member.

But it seems to me that she's trapped
by a custom of her home world

which the facts of 24th-century life
have made unwise and unworkable.

I wish I could intervene.

On the viewer, captain.

Unidentified vessel traveling
at sub-warp speed,

bearing 235.7.

Sub-warp?
It's several hours away, then.

Let's take a look at it.
Enlarge to maximum.

Increasing magnification, sir.

Mr. Data,
is that the trouble I believe it is?

If you mean a Tarellian vessel, sir,

it is.

I thought the Tarellians were all dead.
What are the poor devils doing here?

Picard to Sickbay.
Dr. Crusher to Bridge, urgent.

They must not be permitted
to destroy us.

Or the planet.

Captain's log, supplemental.

It has been believed
the Tarellian race was extinct,

an assumption contradicted now

by the sight of one of their vessels
approaching Haven.

The fact it's traveling at its present
velocity suggests an answer.

A damaged vessel, sir.
That could explain it.

If it was unable to reach warp speed,

it would've taken all
these years to get here.

Go on with your briefing, Mr. Data.

Tarella was Class-M,
much like your Earth,

with similar humanoid life forms.

Unfortunately, they faced the old story
of hatred overpowering intelligence.

There were hostilities?

Between the inhabitants
of their two land masses,

resulting in one group unleashing a
deadly biological weapon on the other.

And in the end,
the other becoming infected as well.

Makes one question the sanity
of humanoid forms.

Can you identify the origin
of the infection, doctor?

The Tarellians had reached Earth's
late 20th-century level of knowledge.

That's all you need
if you're a damned fool.

A deadly, infectious virus which,
at that modest level of knowledge,

is not difficult to grow.

We learned the rest of the story
in security training.

Some Tarellians made it to
other worlds,

only to die with the
populations they infected.

It's well-covered
in Academy training now, captain.

Many of them tried to avoid
other civilized worlds as they escaped,

only to be hunted down
and destroyed anyway.

Hmm. And it was believed
the last Tarellian ship was destroyed

- eight years ago by the Alcyones.
- Yes, sir.

Exactly when will they reach Haven?

Exactly 13 hours, nine minutes,
22 seconds, 350--

Thank you.

Which creates a very difficult problem
for the Enterprise.

Our treaty requires us
to protect Haven,

and Federation policy requires
that we assist life forms in need.

Which must include the Tarellians.

I shall want you to help me
find some answers, thank you.

However, there will be ample time
for your second assignment,

voluntary, of course.

The pre-joining announcement
of Counselor Deanna Troi...

...and Wyatt Miller.

We've talked it over, captain,

and the ceremony will be tomorrow,
if you agree.

And, captain, would it be possible
for you to perform the ceremony?

Well, yes, of course,
if all parties request it.

All parties do not request it.
It's simply out of the question.

I'm sorry, captain, but unfortunately
you are not practiced

in the ways of Betazed joining.

- No, that's quite true.
- Therefore, you are totally unqualified.

He is qualified
to lead a traditional Earth ceremony,

which is what this will be.

Here I thought
you had no sense of humor.

An Earth wedding? Ridiculous.

My family and I are living
on Earth now.

So that's why you want
that backward ritual.

Terrible, captain,
to see a woman go downhill like this.

- Mother.
- Downhill?

The matter is settled.
Mr. Homn will conduct the joining.

But com-- But Homn can't even talk.

No matter, he is highly adept
in the act of sign language.

The matter is closed.

Who are you
to tell us what we should do?

Your ignorance is astonishing.

I am Lwaxana Troi,
daughter of the Fifth House,

holder of the sacred Chalice of Rixx,

heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed.
Who are you?

Ladies and gentlemen,
it is a Starfleet tradition

that at social gatherings,
disputes are not permitted.

I hereby declare, therefore,
all disagreements resolved.

A toast to the young couple,

- and their families.
- And?

And, uh, may this union
be a productive one.

Hear, hear.

Cheers.

Considering the rate
at which you imbibe, sir,

is your lineage
at all mixed with human?

Is it true, captain, that there's
a Tarellian ship headed for Haven?

- Yes, it is true.
- That's amazing.

I've read everything
I could about them.

Biological virus analysis was
a favorite subject at medical school.

In which case, I'd very much like
to confer with you.

I'm pleased to have
a medical colleague on board.

Yes, ma'am. Um, doctor.

Would it be possible to prepare
some medical needs

geared toward the Tarellians'
probable needs?

We could beam it over
without any fear of infection.

- What do you think, doctor?
- It's a very considerate idea.

Our Sickbay is at your disposal,
doctor.

Thank you.

Mr. Data.

- Sir?
- You're circling the room

like a buzzard.

Perhaps being human yourself, sir,

you do not find them...

as intriguing as I.

Must he do that?

As you well know, it is the Betazed way
of giving thanks for the food we eat.

You giving thanks?
Besides, you never did this before.

I do it now.
Unlike some people, I am in growth.

Victoria, I've forgotten
whether you enjoyed pets or not.

Love them, of course.

Mm, good.

Gently, gently.

Poor baby, did she hurt you?

Captain, if you'll excuse me,

I'd like to spend some time
considering the Tarellian situation.

Yes, of course.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Mrs. Troi, I'm very interested in
the Betazed ceremony you mentioned.

Could you tell us more?

Why, I'd be delighted, commander.

It's an ancient ceremony,

widely regarded
as the most beautiful in the universe.

After the young couple
have removed their clothing--

The bride and groom go naked?

All guests must go unclothed.

It honors the act of love
being celebrated.

No, you needn't worry too much, dear.
Your body's not that bad.

Besides, your husband quite likes
the idea of seeing me unclothed.

- Steven.
- Oh, you did know

he's attracted to me, didn't you?

Untrue. I don't...

Stop this petty bickering, all of you!

Especially you, Mother!

Could you please
continue the petty bickering?

I find it most intriguing.

May I join you?

I will miss you, Deanna.

I'm no longer imzadi to you?

You taught me that word means
"my beloved."

And the human heart is too small
to permit that feeling now?

Have you discussed this with Wyatt?

I think you should.

It's also damned unfair to me.

I understand.

I should have realized.

Humans,
young human males, particularly,

have difficulty separating platonic love
and physical love.

The problem is,

imzadi,

I couldn't.

Not now.
Call it an old Earth tradition,

habit of the beasts, whatever.

Hello, you two.

We were just talking about you,
Wyatt.

- This is incredible.
- Yes.

- And in that discussion, I--
- Actually,

Bill was concerned
that you might be upset

that I care deeply for him too.

Oh, you're the one who wants
to be a starship captain?

Yes, I've heard that bonding
or marriage

would complicate things in that case.

To each his own.
Good luck with that ambition.

And I very much respected
what you did tonight.

All I did was lose my temper.

If you'll excuse me.

Of course.
Running all this is a big job.

In fact, you shamed them
into compromise.

So they've decided that the joining
will be half-Betazed, half-Earth.

The captain will do the ceremony
and Mr. Homn will be my best man.

And we'll take half our clothes off?

Some of us still go naked.

You do. I do.

Your mother, my father,
but not my mother or the guests.

Captain Picard will be very relieved.

How did you manage it?

Your mother relented.

And I just caught my father
practicing naked in front of his mirror.

And so...

...a question
I should have asked before.

Deanna, do you really
wanna go through with this?

Yes.

I want to.

I'm a very lucky man.

Captain's log, supplemental.

All attempts at warning off
the Tarellian ship have failed.

They still refuse to communicate
and I'm growing concerned.

How can you be certain
they're receiving us?

Because our sensors
are showing a responder echo, sir,

on the frequency they once used.

We have a message, sir,
coming in from Haven.

On viewer.

Captain, the plague ship
is approaching transporter range.

We are aware of that, electorine.

Do you realize that they can turn
this wonderful world of ours

into a graveyard?

Please, please, take action now
before it's too late.

We recognize your situation.

Please destroy them now.

We will not fire on them, electorine.

You must.

I'm certain I could disable their ship
with a phaser burst, captain.

And then, lieutenant?

They are within transporter range, sir.

Then we can't delay any longer.

Ready the tractor beam,
Lieutenant Yar.

Target the ship,
activate on my command.

Tractor beam ready.

Engage.

Got them, sir.

Do we have them securely, lieutenant?
Can they beam out to the planet?

Negative, sir.
They can't leave that ship.

I know they can receive us.

At this distance, they can respond
with running lights, if necessary.

Unless they have all died.

Their ship could have been
brought in by automation.

Captain.

It's the woman in Wyatt's drawings.

Captain's log, stardate 41294.6.

Orbiting Haven with a Tarellian vessel
locked in our tractor beam.

Question: what strange combination
of circumstances

has caused a woman
out of someone's imagination

to appear on the plague ship?

Enterprise to Tarellian vessel.
Are you receiving us?

My name is Wrenn.

And before I inquire why your
tractor beam has trapped us here,

is there one aboard your vessel
named Wyatt?

Captain, I don't understand.

It's astounding.

Ariana was right.
He is here, daughter.

Wyatt, you've come
just as you promised.

How could I be so accurate?

Except for the dream images,
I've never seen her.

Sir, our concern is with the threat
your vessel poses to the planet below

if you're still carrying the infection
that destroyed your world.

Oh, we still carry it, captain.

My daughter, I, all eight of us.

- Eight?
- All of us that are left, captain.

Most of the rest passed on during
the years that it took to reach Haven.

If you've come here
because of the legend

about planet Haven
miraculously healing the sick...

We don't ask to make contact
with those living below.

All we ask is to be on the edge
of some sea,

some unpopulated island,
a faraway peninsula.

This is not our planet, sir.

But I will present your needs
to those who do govern this world.

Present the fact that we intend
to die here, captain.

And if we die while caged
by your tractor beam,

so be it.

Oh, Wyatt,
how do you like my new hairstyle?

Of course, it's gonna look much better
on me when I'm naked.

Mrs. Troi, can I talk to you
about something serious?

But I'm always serious.

Only my pleasant nature
makes it appear otherwise.

Please, Mrs. Troi.

Yes. That was puzzling.

A woman out of another place
who insists that she knows you.

- And--?
- And whom you've dreamed of

all these years.

I was hoping,
the way you handled thoughts--

Fascinating, Wyatt, how easily
your thoughts come through.

Now, the answer to the puzzle
of Ariana and you is so simple,

it's too simple
for most humans to understand.

- Too simple?
- Of course.

It's something they all know
instinctively,

yet go to great effort to reject or build
complicated superstitions about.

All life, Wyatt, all consciousness,
is indissolubly bound together.

Indeed, it's all part of the same thing.

Yes.

I have wondered
if something like that--

That weren't so.

And no doubt, so has Ariana,

which helped the two of you
to make contact.

Wyatt, tell me something seriously.

Which of these would look best
on me naked?

Wyatt.

Are you feeling all right?

Just wedding nerves.

The supplies are ready.
I'll take them to the Transporter Room.

I'll notify the captain they're ready.

Look at your father, Wyatt.

He just can't wait to strip off his
clothes for that barbaric ceremony.

Please take care of each other.

You are beautiful.

But you looked the best of all
in the desert on the holodeck

when we did this.

You can put the supplies on the pad.

Dr. Crusher
had me set the coordinates.

All we need is the captain's order.

Captain, someone's transporting
over to the Tarellian ship.

Override.

I can't, sir. It's too late.

Hello, Wyatt.

We always thought
you were a dream.

You're not surprised?

Did you know I'd beam over?

Once we saw you were real,
we knew.

- You are a doctor?
- Yes.

I've brought medicines and supplies.

And I knew you would be this brave.

How could you let this happen?

My son, surrounded by
those horrible lepers.

Mrs. Miller, if I could have
prevented this, I would have.

- Beam him back.
- He can never come back, Mrs. Miller.

You may turn off your tractor beam,
captain.

We will not be going to Haven.

We have what we really came for.

- Wyatt.
- Mother.

Father.

Forgive me, but I must.

I'm going to try to continue the work
to cure these people.

And Wyatt will do it.
I've believed that all along.

I knew I was coming to Haven
to meet my destiny.

I thought it was to be with you,
Deanna.

It was Ariana who drew me here.

I'm sorry.

Wyatt, I'm happy for you
and for Ariana too.

You've done very well
for a human, Wyatt.

Mother.

Captain, my respects.

And mine, sir.

Goodbye.

Keep the chest.
You'll have use for it someday.

It seems such a shame
to waste the whole trip.

Perhaps I should stay
and be joined to a new mate.

- What?
- The captain's highly attracted to me

but he's a little too old.

Perhaps I should choose you.

He has other obligations, Mother.

Oh. Very well. It's his loss.

Mr. Homn.

Thank you for the drinks.

Try and
remember your heritage, little one.

Captain, even Xelo never had
such thoughts about me.

You may energize.

That was meant as a joke, captain.

I was not amused.

- Take us out of here, Mr. Riker.
- Aye, sir.

Warp 2, helm.

Heading 57, mark 319.

Our destiny is elsewhere.

But I'm happy that yours is
here with us, counselor.

Warp 2, sir, heading 57, mark 319.

Engage.